My Crazy Lady's

Chapter 130 (MCL)

Hanna was just thinking of turning Buckbeak around and darting off to an untouched spot, when in the same horrible voice Alex said, "Don't try it, I warn you."

Surprised and angry, Hanna felt her cheeks heat up and her hands tremble. He gulped and reached out toward Alex with an unconscious attitude Hanna looked childish. "Then will you help me get down?"

Alex carried Hanna down roughly from the side saddle. "How dare you defy me" sighed Alex, his fingers clutching Hanna's arm as he led her away from the curious stewards and stewards of the stables.

Hanna waited until they were outside the hearing range of the stables and approached the back door of the house before jerking her hands and turning to face Alex. "Fight me?!" repeat Hanna while stomping her feet. "Did you really remind me of my vows? Gosh, among all, do you want me to remind you of your vows, My Lord?"

"I'll give you a warning. Just one time," Alex asserted ruthlessly. "Call that a suggestion, if you want."

"If I wanted advice," Hanna replied, her green eyes gleaming furiously, "You're the last person in the world I'm going to ask for advice!" Hanna opened her mouth to speak again, then changed her mind at Alex's change in expression due to her boiling anger.

"If you challenge me one more time, just one more time, I will lock you in the bedroom until the bastard is born!"

"I'm sure you'd rather be!" Snapping Hanna, hating Alex for calling her baby an illegitimate child.

"You're evil, you're cruel, you're a fraud and a liar! How dare you say you love me and treat me like this! And one more thing, My Lord Duke," Hanna added with a voice-choking fury, "Which I'm sure will make you very surprised, just happen to make love can produce babies!"

Alex is so stunned to hear Hanna's ridiculous 'shocking information' that he is unaware of the slap that follows.

Hanna slapped Alex on the cheek, then stepped back, looking like a seductive goddess with all that anger.

"Come, hit me back" said Hanna angrily. "You want to hurt me. What was? Do you no longer want to torture me?" hanna's fishing rod ignores the jerking pulse at the temple.

"It's good, because I'm angry enough to do it again!" Hanna swung her hand, then gasped in pain as her wrist was firmly gripped just before hitting Alex's face.

"You're a liar, you're a liar" Alex said angrily. "But for just one time in our damned lives together, tell me one little truth. Just one honest confession. I swear, either the answer is 'i don't know' or 'yes', I don't care."

"You swear to me?" Hanna attacked back. "As you swore at our wedding? Like you swore in this house that you would never hurt me? Your words are worthless..."

"Is that my son?" hatch Alex while tightening the grip on Hanna's wrist.

Hanna's eyes widened to the size of a big green ball. Her soft lips opened in surprise and disbelief so convincingly that Alex momentarily wondered if she was wrong about all of these things.

Tears of anger spread in Hanna's eyes. "Is this your son? your kid?" hanna's voice rose, then she suddenly threw herself at Alex. Hanna's shoulders shook violently because of her crying.

Hanna clutched Alex's shirt with both hands, the woman's shoulders shaken, her face buried in Alex's chest, saying over and over again "Is this your child?"

Alex touches Hanna's arm, not gently, but also not violently, and keeps the woman away from her.

"Hanna was crying," her inner self felt even more guilty. Alex's hands drooped and Hanna slowly looked up. Hanna was not crying! She laughed hysterically. Hanna was still laughing when she slapped Alex on the cheek with a very hard slap until Alex's head jerked, then Hanna ran into the house.

Slowly, contemplating, Alex follows Hanna into the house. Alex went to the study, closed the door, and poured himself a large amount of drinks. Now that she knows for sure, about two things, Hanna's right hand is very strong, and the baby is hers!

Whatever lies Hanna told, the woman's reason for accepting Alex's proposal, and the woman's hateful gaze when Alex asked her if it was her child, the gaze was real.

Hanna didn't sleep with her lover on the way to London. No guilty human could pretend to stare in shock and anger like that. Hanna did not betray Alex from the beginning of their marriage. That kid is Alex's kid. He was very sure of that. Alex's anger died down.

Unfortunately, Hanna did the opposite. Of all the disgraceful, vulgar and disgusting things that were accused of her, Hanna actually brought the silence of the truth with her.

That girl would be crazy if she lived with Alex any longer. He had already cursed Hanna by sharing a terrible nickname a few minutes ago, and hurt Hanna's arm with the man's firm grip.

Hanna tries to get rid of the tormented feeling that comes when she finds out she has to leave Alex, while she tries to think of a place to go.

He could not go home to his parents. It would greatly embarrass his family, and the villagers would definitely make fun of them. Moreover, his mother will not defend him, if one day, even if Alex still has a heart, he will pick Hanna back and take her to Claymore again, then Ema will definitely be at the forefront of supporting Alex in bringing Hanna.

Hanna sat on the desk chair, pulling the drawer and as she grabbed a piece of blue paper, she saw the crumpled blue paper at the top of the neat pile. Without any great curiosity, Hanna opened the paper, looked at the handwriting there, and straightened it out to see if it was something Hanna had saved as it might one day be needed.

'Fear Will's, though,.. I want us to meet. There's something I want to tell you. I'm pregnant...'

Hanna vaguely remembered that this was the letter she had written to Will. The letter she was supposed to deliver to Will at Oasis, which she thought was lost by falling out of her handbag.

But now the paper was squeezed and was at the top of the pile. Someone has found her, but only Mery and Corazon serve Hanna at Claymore, and they never ransack Hanna's desk.

It was embarrassing to think anyone was reading the letter, and Hanna tried to imagine who might be approaching her desk.

Two days ago, when Hanna happily slipped a little baby dress in a drawer to be found by Alex, the drawer was neat and no one, other than Alex ever was...

"Oh my God!"