Chapitre 172: Be With The Lesser Evil

The tension in the room was so thick that one could slice at it with a knife. Clara went rigid the instant Marcel made that statement and she blanched.

"And what's the endgame?"

"What?" Marcel said.

"We will be with whoever we like, what happens to our kid then?" 

At the mention of a kid, all colors drained from his face. Sometimes, Marcel forgets that the sole aim of marrying Clara was to get a hair that would take his place if anything were to happen to him. And now, he thought about it, he felt stupid for having made that statement. 

"What kind of family are we going to present to our child, Marcel? You of all people should answer that correctly," 

And she was fucking right, he could answer better having come from a troubled one. As much as Marcel disliked Clara, he couldn't let his child grow up in a loveless marriage. His child can't go through the same thing he encountered.