There is no denying that Alaric is powerful.

So powerful that in front of him, Diana felt like a dying bird struggling to break free from its cage.

Flapping her wings, bumping into walls everywhere, bruised all over, yet still wanting to fight to the death.

Diana took a deep breath and looked straight up at him, looking fearless: "Isn't the result yet?"

Alaric reached out, his rough thumb touching the corner of her mouth, and wiped the bloodstain off the woman's lips.

Yes, the result hasn't come out yet, why is he suddenly so flustered?

A lot of women would be willing to be Mr. Alaric's wife and to have children for him if he wanted to, but for Diana, he was afraid she would refuse.

Was it because he was afraid that the result would be her deception and betrayal?

Or fear that she will leave if she can't get pregnant with his child in half a year?

Fear... Damn fear...

Why be afraid?

Alaric's heart gave a sudden jolt, and his clenched fist turned his knuckles white.

"Confess to me, I can leave no one to blame, including House of Grant. This is the last chance I'll give you."

Diana watched him closely, from his sharp, arched eyebrows to his long, sharp black eyes, his thin, slightly pursed lips, his angular profile, and the overwhelming power that he exuded in his solitude.

She also wanted to confess, but what did confession mean?

It means she's going to give birth to a child for him, and perhaps there's no way back.

It means that no matter what the outcome is, the deception is confirmed, and there may still be a glimmer of hope in waiting for the result.

Besides, how much can we believe that Alaric said he wouldn't pursue it?

She would rather the result came out and he flew into a rage and kicked her out of the House of Owen in a fit of rage.

It's better than being honest now. She's only worried that Caleb will be implicated because of her.

"What do you want me to confess?"

"You know in your heart."

"Is it a lie to confess that you are weak and that Caleb and I have teamed up to deceive you?

Alaric raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"You look scared to see the result. I didn't expect something that Mr. Alaric was afraid of..."

"Don't talk nonsense to me."

"Then just look at the results."

The air confrontation between the two raised the temperature of the laboratory by a few degrees in an instant, and a flickering flame could be faintly seen in Alaric's deep pupils.

After an unknown period of time, the door of the inner room of the laboratory was pushed open.

David, holding a test sheet in his hand, walked up to Alaric: "Master, the test results are out."

Saying that, he gave Diana a vague look.

Diana's heart was lifted again.

From her point of view, she could only see a blank blank on the back of the test sheet.

A piece of paper separates the two worlds of ice and fire.

Alaric took the test paper, which was full of blood test indicators, and his eyes quickly fell on the results.

The fierce gaze was drawn back from the paper and then swept fiercely towards Director Rowan who was coming out of the inner room.

"Is the result guaranteed to be true?"

"No chance of tampering throughout." David answered truthfully.

"Alaric, if in doubt, you can go to any hospital for a follow-up." Director Rowan took off his rubber gloves and threw them casually into the wastebasket, and suddenly felt a chill in his temples.

Looking up, David was already holding a gun against Rowan's temple.

Alaric approached him step by step: "Caleb is your son. If I find out that you are covering up and faking this, I don't care what kind of relationship the House of Grant had with the House of Owen before. This concerns the House of Owen's continuation. If he dares to deceive me, I will make the whole House of Grant die with him."

Director Rowan stood still, calmly looking at the dangerous man in front of him, fearlessly: "I'm a doctor, I respect any test result, I won't waver in any way because of who the other person is."

"Well said, Director Rowan, can you guarantee that the results are one hundred percent accurate?"

"I can't guarantee it," said Director Rowan, as he watched the man approaching him bit by bit.

"No guarantee, what's written on the paper?" Alaric suddenly spread out the test sheet and forcefully presented the results before Dean Rowan.

"From a medical perspective, this is the result of the current state of the patient, that is to say, if the patient had eaten some cold food before the test, it would have affected the result."

"Master, here is the list of ingredients for the madam to eat at noon." David handed another one to his master. He had just been in the inner room, and before he came out, while chatting with Director Rowan about this, he immediately called the hotel and asked the hotel to fax a list of ingredients.

"Just tell me the result."

"No cold ingredients in the lunch."

Alaric gave a wink, and David put the gun away.

As if the alarm had been lifted, Diana's tense nerves relaxed at once, and she let out a slow sigh of relief. From their conversation, she probably already knew the outcome.

As Caleb said, she was indeed weak in the uterus.

Just now she was so nervous that she forgot to throw the cotton ball in her hand to stop the bleeding, got up and walked towards the nearest wastebasket.

"But..." The hesitant tone came from David, who glanced at Diana who was throwing the cotton ball, walked up to Alaric and whispered a few words.

"Make a call."

David quickly dialed the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and a middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end: "Butler?"

"What did the young lady eat this morning?"

Diana's hand gave a sudden jolt, and the cotton ball was accidentally thrown off course and dropped to the ground beside the wastebasket.

"The young lady ate crabs in the morning."

“……”

With her back to them, Diana felt a distinct cold light coming towards her back. Soon, the cold was getting closer and closer, and she suddenly straightened up and hit her back against a wall of flesh.

"Having crab for breakfast? Huh?"

“……”

"I just gave you a chance to confess, and you don't want it. You're courting death now."

The sound of grinding teeth tightened Diana's nerves all over her body, as tight as a string at the end, which would break with just a little more force.

At this moment, there was a table in front of her and Alaric behind her, and she was caught in the middle, unable to move.

An angry voice roared, followed by a bang of a fist on the table: "Speak!"

Diana glanced and saw that Alaric's knuckles were already broken, with faint bloodstains seeping out.

Diana turned through the narrow crevice, her black and white eyes looking innocently at Alaric: "Crabs are food for the cold winter, anyone with a bit of common sense knows, but if I say I don't know you can't eat this before a physical examination, will you believe me?"

"There are so many things you can eat in the morning, but this one?" A cold voice hummed through the nose.

"I..." Diana bit her lower lip hard, unable to defend herself.

"I said I hate deception the most." Saying a big palm that had already pinched Diana's neck, I could clearly feel the carotid artery beating one after another.

"Yes, I do want to divorce you and not have children for you." Pale, but still stubbornly looking up: "But it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Still want to keep Caleb safe at this moment?

Alaric's eyes flickered slightly, and there was poison in them.

"Alaric, that's all you can do? Can you only succeed by coercion?

"Compulsion?" Little by little, Alaric's hand was drawn in. Diana's face was already a little purple because of the lack of oxygen. She smiled mournfully, as if grasping the last shred of life, and suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it on Alaric's cheek, so light, so soft, as if caressing her eternal lover.

The face was touched, and Alaric's back suddenly stiffened like that of a furious lion, and then a gentle little hand stroked the burst of hair on his body. Strangely, this little hand seemed to have magic, and his breath was slowly soothed.

Diana took a deep breath and said provocatively:

"Alaric, do you dare to let me do it?"