Chapter 515 Baby Is Mine

When Dalton popped up again, Chandler’s eyes narrowed.

Dalton was covered in scrapes and bruises, with bandages on his face that made him look unusually vulnerable. His gaze landed on Meryl’s face as he continued, “Meryl, Uncle Chandler stood you up just to hang out with his childhood sweetheart. You nearly got into a car accident because you were distracted, and yet you forgave him just like that!”

As far as Dalton was concerned, Chandler wasn’t any different from him. They both got distracted by other women. But Meryl could be won over by a few smooth words from Chandler, while he, Dalton, had been chasing after her for ages with no luck! It just didn’t seem fair.

Lydia arrived fashionably late, just in time to hear Dalton’s provocative comments toward Chandler. Her face fell.

She quickly grabbed Dalton’s arm, whispering, “Dalton, you’re talking to Uncle Chandler…”

“So what if he’s Uncle Chandler?” Dalton scoffed. He used to be scared of Chandler, but after tonight, seeing Meryl beg Felix on his behalf, Dalton felt emboldened. “She’ll divorce Uncle Chandler sooner or later.”

His words caused all three people present to blanch visibly. Lydia bit her lip, her face a mask of disbelief. “Dalton, Meryl, you… you two…”

Chandler’s gaze turned razor sharp, his eyes cold enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

Meryl strode up to Dalton and slapped him hard across the face. “What garbage are you spewing, Dalton!” she shouted. The slap wasn’t gentle. Meryl’s face flushed red with anger. "So the rumors spreading through Kingsdom had come from Dalton after all. He’s been telling everyone the baby is his. Will he ever stop?” Meryl thought furiously.

Dalton ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Despite the slap, he wasn’t angry. If anything, he seemed to relish the physical contact with Meryl. He leaned in close, whispering so only she could hear. “Meryl, a man who truly loves you wouldn’t care about any of this. Want to know the truth? Uncle Chandler just wants to get rid of the baby in your belly. He doesn’t really love you.” Dalton stood uncomfortably close to Meryl, practically pressing against her as he whispered in her ear.

Chandler lunged forward and landed a solid punch in Dalton’s mouth. Dalton spat out blood, weakly falling to his knees.

But he just wiped his mouth carelessly, grinning as he said, “Getting worked up, Uncle Chandler? You can beat me to death if you want, but it won’t change the facts. That baby in Meryl’s belly is mine.”

Dalton’s shameless attitude pushed Chandler over the edge. As he moved to strike again, Lydia quickly jumped between them, shielding Dalton with her body. She pleaded, “Uncle Chandler, please stop! Dalton’s already injured. The knife wound in his chest hasn’t fully healed. You could kill him!”

Chandler shrugged it off. “Let him die then. I won’t rest until I’ve knocked every tooth out of this punk’s head. That’s a promise!”

Dalton kept pushing buttons because he knew he had backup as the Aniston family’s eldest grandson, and growing up alongside Dylan had given him protection. Dalton looked up, staring straight into Chandler’s eyes. “Uncle Chandler, I want to ask you, when you got that call, when the hospital said Rachel was dying and needed your signature to get into surgery, were you worried about Rachel’s life, or were you feeling guilty about standing Meryl up?”

“You almost had a car accident tonight, but where was he? With another woman. When you were being harassed in that car, where was he? Still with another woman.”