CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 92: FORCING HER TO GET PREGNANT

Renee Winslow completely lost her freedom, becoming a "canary" without any human rights.

She was confined by Jack Yates at Southwood Manor, trapped in a luxurious cage, unable to even step out the front door. High walls were equipped with iron bars and high-voltage electric fences, making it impossible to climb over. A mere touch could stun, if not kill.

Not only that, even her phone and computer were confiscated by Jack Yates; she was left only with television, which she could only watch under Jack Yates’s control. He dictated which channel and what program she could watch.

Temporarily losing her freedom was still considered light; what truly frightened her was that Jack Yates was not using protection every night.

That night he went crazy and didn’t use any, doing it inside her five or six times consecutively.

Afterwards, he forbade Renee Winslow from taking birth control pills, making it clear he wanted her pregnant.

With only two days before her period, Renee Winslow was too anxious to eat or sleep, visibly losing several pounds.

Originally, she had gained seven or eight pounds this year, but now she had slimmed down. Her once slightly chubby, youthful round face had shrunk to a small, pointed one, as if shedding all adolescent innocence.

Tonight, Jack Yates came home early from work.

Renee Winslow was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Hearing the noise at the door, her back tensed involuntarily.

She didn’t turn around, didn’t look at Jack Yates, and said nothing.

Suddenly, the light beside her dimmed, and the sofa next to her sank slightly.

A warm, dry hand caressed her face, thumb lightly rubbing her lip corner, and the man’s deep voice said, "I’m back."

Renee Winslow responded indifferently, "Oh."

Jack Yates grabbed her waist, pulling her directly into his arms, looking at her intensely, "Did you miss me?"

Renee Winslow didn’t even bother to say "oh," looking down without a word, completely unwilling to engage him.

Jack Yates chuckled, "Your father hit someone while delivering a package."

Renee Winslow, who was looking down, abruptly lifted her head at these words, her eyes filled with shock, pupils constricting sharply.

Meeting his gaze for a moment, Renee Winslow resumed looking down, "It doesn’t matter, it’s got nothing to do with me."

Jack Yates gently caressed her face, speaking in a concerned tone, "Your grandmother was so upset she had a stroke, hospitalized with high blood pressure, paralyzed on one side. Without proper treatment, I’m afraid..."

Renee Winslow lifted her head again, panic flashing in her eyes, her eyelids suddenly reddening, tears welling up.

Jack Yates fondly patted her face, a slight smile in his deep voice, "Do you want to cure your grandmother?"

Renee Winslow said nothing, only looking at him with red eyes.

Jack Yates handed her phone to her: "Call your family to offer some comfort."

With that, Jack Yates put her back on the sofa and headed upstairs.

Renee Winslow, holding her phone, tremblingly unlocked it, opened her contacts, saw a call from her grandfather earlier today, lasting two minutes; three days ago, another call from her grandmother, also just over two minutes long.

Tears plopped loudly onto the screen. Renee Winslow hurried to wipe them away, but the more she wiped, the more tears fell, large droplets crashing down.

She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t control it. Her tear ducts seemed broken, tears falling uncontrollably.

Finally, with no choice, she clutched her phone and lay face down on the sofa, burying her face, and cried completely.

Jack Yates stood in the hallway on the second floor, leaning against the wall, irritatedly undoing a few buttons of his shirt.

The sound of quiet, suppressed sobs from downstairs reached his ears, making him even more agitated, like claws scratching painfully at his heart.

Is it so difficult to lower your head and give in to me?

If she would just softly call him "third brother" and act spoiled, he would pretend nothing happened.

Even deceiving him as she did before, he would still be willing.

Renee Winslow, now that Caleb Yates is back, are you too lazy even to deceive me?