Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 86: So Gross She Could Puke! Clara was forced to crane her neck back, her voice shaking with panic. "What do you want?" Asher's eyes were crazed. He grabbed a fistful of her long, silky hair and slammed her head straight into the wall. A sharp burst of pain shot through Clara's skull, and her vision spun. Blood trickled down her forehead, mixing with the smear already staining her neck. It wasn't much, but it slid along her collarbone and seeped into her blouse, creeping down the curves of her chest. Asher's eyes locked on the trail of blood, wild excitement flaring in his gaze.

His whole body trembled with a sick, twisted thrill. "Listen up," he hissed, "you're not allowed to make a sound unless I tell you to!" Clara's hand was still clamped tightly around her handbag. With her other hand, she dug her nails into her palm, trying to stay focused-trying not to fall apart. ---- Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the emergency stairwell. The place was damp, poorly lit, and reeked of mildew. Clearly, no one used it much.

She vaguely remembered the hospital's main stairwell being right next to the elevator-bright, spacious, and frequently used by people in a hurry. She'd been to this hospital a few times, but this was her first time realizing there was even a stairwell like this. So... how long would it take before someone passed by? And Linsey-was she in on this? She had to be. She was probably long gone by now. She was. Linsey had already slipped away. She had zero interest in getting dragged into this drama. Whether it was Asher or Aaron, she wasn't about to cross either of them.

Earlier, she and Clara hadn't even touched. They'd kept at least a two-person distance the entire time. Linsey had worn a sweet smile the whole time they spoke-anyone looking on would've thought they were old friends catching up. As for whatever "lesson" Asher planned to teach Clara? That had nothing to do with her. She figured Asher would send her the video afterward. She was just waiting for the popcorn-worthy moment ---- to arrive. Right now, Asher was standing so close Clara could smell the sharp tang of antiseptic on his hospital gown.

Normally, Clara didn't mind the smell of disinfectant-after spending so much time in hospitals, she'd even found it oddly comforting. But today, that smell made her stomach churn. For the first time ever, she felt like vomiting. Asher finally let go of her hair. He ran a cold finger along her cheek, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you know how much I despise your husband? That sanctimonious bastard thinks he's some kind of hero, huh? Always trying to 'fight evil' and 'save the world'?

Well, now he's stuck his nose into my business-and I'm gonna make sure he regrets it." He grinned, eyes gleaming. "How about we shoot a little film just for him? Something spicy. Something unforgettable. Hahahaha..." He shifted to the side, revealing two smartphones propped up a few steps away, both aimed right at them. Clara's blood ran cold. Asher sneered, "What do you think Aaron'll do when he sees his beloved wife starring in a little X-rated ---- home movie? Will he call the cops? Or maybe he'll just toss you out like trash?

You think he'll still want a used-up woman like you?" The more he talked, the more manic he became. His hand trembled along with the knife pressed to her neck. Clara stood frozen, paralyzed by fear. This man was completely out of his mind! There was a crazed fire in his eyes, and the danger radiating off him was so intense it made her skin crawl. The sting from her head wound kept her conscious. She scrambled through every possible way to fight back-shove him down the stairs, knee him in the crotch, scream-but nothing seemed viable. He was too strong. She didn't stand a chance.

And with the knife still grazing her throat, she didn't even dare to breathe hard. Asher's hand slipped lower, reaching for the buttons on her shirt. Clara had worn a shirtdress today. The top button was already stained red with blood. His fumbling fingers couldn't get it undone, so ina fit of frustration, he yanked hard-ripping two or three buttons clean off. Her black lace bra was instantly exposed to the cold air.