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Chapter 148 Stop Deceiving Yourself
Troy stared at her.
He seemed very pitiful and aggrieved, like an abandoned dog.
Imogen got moved slightly and was almost confused by Troy’s appearance.
Troy was the one who filed for divorce.
The person he loved was not Imogen at all.
The person he liked was Sarah.
Imogen didn’t want to get entangled with him because of their child.
Imogen lowered her eyes. “It has nothing to do with whether you are the president of Marshall Group.”
“I only have you and the child now.” Troy hugged her suddenly and put his head on her abdomen with
an expression of tenderness that was never seen before.
This kind of scene was what Imogen had yearned for countless times before. In the past, she would
give everything for this.
But, she felt calm.
Troy wouldn’t like her, and she wouldn’t be stupid again.
“When the child is born, you can visit the child often.”
Troy paused and looked up at Imogen. “What do you mean? After the child is born, you still want to
divorce me?”
Before Imogen could answer, Troy stood up. “You want my child to call Liam dad?”
“What does this have to do with Liam? I can take care of my child by myself.”
“Let it be like you. Grow up in a single–parent family without a father!”
Imogen felt a pain in her heart, and her face turned slightly pale.
“Or, do you want to find a stepdad for him? It is not his child. How sincere can he be?” Troy stared
at her.
Imogen felt depressed in her heart, so she took a breath and replied, “So, you don’t want to divorce me
because of the child in my womb? If that is the case, when the child grows up a little, you can
raise it.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTroy’s complexion changed, and his eyes were full of disappointment. “You would rather not have a
child than divorce me? You hate me so much?”
“Yes.” Imogen nodded with downcast eyes. “I hate you, and you don’t like me either. So why bother to
be tied together? Even if we got divorced, we could still take good care of the child.”
“Imogen!” Troy held her hand. “Imogen, let me make it clear. I don’t dislike you. I like you. I don’t want
to divorce you!”
Imogen raised her eyes and looked at him with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. “When did you like
\\\\me?”
“A long time ago.”
“Then why did you want to divorce me before?”
“I…”
Looking at Imogen’s sarcastic look, Troy moved his lips but felt it was hard to say, and he didn’t speak.
“Troy, don’t deceive yourself anymore. You only have responsibilities and debts to me. You don’t have
to force yourself because of the child. After we get divorced, you can visit the child and let it know that
its father loves it very much. That is good.”
“I am not deceiving myself…” Troy smiled wryly and knew for the first time what shooting oneself in the
foot meant.
Imogen probably wouldn’t believe anything Troy said.
If Troy said he recently started to like her, she would wonder why he changed his mind so easily. Troy
felt it was all his fault that he broke her heart, and Imogen no longer believed in him.
“It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t believe me. I will prove it to you slowly.”
Seeing Troy’s insistence, Imogen frowned.
She wondered, ‘What exactly does he want to do? Does he not want me to leave? Or he doesn’t want
your child to live without you?
I’m afraid it is the latter one. He is so proud and arrogant. How could he allow her child to live
with others?‘
Imogen was gloomy and didn’t want to argue with him anymore. So she changed the subject.
“Whatever By the way, didn’t Grandpa attend the board meeting today?”
If Grandpa were there, he should be very supportive of Troy.
Troy didn’t expect her thoughts to change so quickly and nodded. “No. I was worried about Grandpa’s
health and didn’t bother him.”
“Have you guessed their purpose today?”
“You think I’m too stupid to see through?”
Imogen let out a sigh. “Who is the new president of the Marshall Group? Leo?”
“Yeah. How did you know?”
It was Leo.
“Charlene called me.”
Troy’s complexion changed slightly. “Did she say anything radical?”
Imogen didn’t answer that, “I heard as if Charlene knew about what happened today?”
Troy nodded slightly. “When I left the company, I saw Leo walking with her.”
“… It seemed that it was premeditated. I don’t know what role Leo plays in it…”
To be honest, before this, Imogen could never imagine that Leo had contacts with Mr. Johnson and
even squeezed out Troy to become the president of the Marshall Group.
In the past, unlike Troy’s aloofness, Leo was kind and took good care of her when Imogen lived in the
Marshall villa. If she had troubles and couldn’t turn to Henry and Laylal, she would turn to Leo for help.
For example, when she was in school, a boy pursued her, but after being rejected by her, it developed
into an entanglement. Later, Leo stepped forward and did something, and that boy never approached
her again.
It was Henry’s decision that the younger Troy took the position of the president of Marshall Group
instead of Leo. And Imogen also believed that Henry’s decision was not wrong.
In the past, when she liked Troy, beauty was in the eyes of beholders. And she felt that Troy was better
than Leo in everything except his character, whether in school or at work.
As a bystander, she still thought so.
Perhaps, from the very beginning, Leo was unwilling.
“Don’t think too much about it. Even if I were not the president of the Marshall Group, I could still earn
enough to raise my child.”
After being the president of the Marshall Group for so many years, it was impossible for Troy not to
have his investment and property.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Then you are willing to give up the position of president to Leo? I am not maliciously speculating that
this may be planned by Leo… I know you always feel you own him and give way to him all the time. But
Grandpa Henry chose you as the president of the Marshall Group. You don’t have to give him…”
Troy patted Imogen on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. It is in my control. There are only eternal interests
and no eternal enemies. Those directors usually don’t care about things in the company, but if anyone
wanted to move their interests, they would get into a flap. They support whoever can bring them
benefits. Not everyone can be the president of the Marshall Group.”
Imogen glanced at him. “But, what if Leo did well in the Marshall Group…”
“Then I am willing to lose.”
Seeing that Troy wasn’t unwilling, Imogen felt relieved.
Troy put his hand on her abdomen and asked softly, “Is the baby moving?”
Imogen shook her head. “Not yet.”
Troy whispered, “Let’s go for an examination tomorrow.”
He thought of a sentence he read in a book, “According to statistics, at seventeen weeks of pregnancy,
the rate of miscarriage for those with fetal movement is 3%, and the miscarriage rate of those without
fetal movement is as high as 98%. For those who have fetal movement, even if there had been
threatened abortion, among them 90% would have survived safely.”
Imogen was pregnant for eighteen weeks, and the fetus in her womb did not move yet.
But last time in the hospital, the doctor only said that it was a threatened miscarriage, and the fetal
heart rate was still there, but it was stunted.
It was better to check more.
Troy had to keep their baby, their first baby.
“Okay.” Imogen nodded.
At this moment, Troy’s cell phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, and it was Grandma.
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Troy’s heart. He kept calm and said to Imogen, “I will answer the
phone.”
“Okay.”
Troy left the master bedroom, went to the balcony on the second floor, and answered the phone,
“Hello, Grandma?”
“Troy, come to the hospital quickly. Your grandpa is under rescue…”