Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2117

Unable to fully process what he had just read, Hugo closed the report and looked at Aiden with a bewildered expression. "What does 'positive' mean?"

Aiden's frustration surged as he growled through gritted teeth, "You idiot, do I have to spell it out for you? Lucy's pregnant. She's carrying Taylor's child!"

"What?" Hugo gasped, his face freezing in shock. His eyes widened as he turned to Taylor, seeking confirmation.

Overcome with guilt, Taylor lowered his head, unable to meet Hugo's gaze.

Hugo's gaze shifted from Taylor to Lucy, who was already sobbing uncontrollably. It became clear to him now why Abigail had suddenly broken up with Taylor—she must have known about this long before.

This bastard had betrayed the two women he cared about most.

"Son of a bitch!"

Snapping out of his daze, Hugo lunged forward, landing a punch that sent Taylor's head snapping to the side.

Taylor's lip split open from the blow, but he didn't even flinch. He simply stood there, as if resigned to whatever fate awaited him.

"Why aren't you fighting back? What's wrong with you? Be a man and fight me!"

Though Hugo knew he would never win in a physical fight, he didn't want to give Taylor the satisfaction of holding back.

Taylor stood motionless, his eyes empty as he stared at Hugo. "It's my fault. You have the right to hit me. Why would I fight back?"

He almost seemed to invite the punishment, feeling that the harder Hugo hit him, the lighter his guilt would feel. But deep down, he knew that momentary relief would be fleeting, quickly replaced by the crushing weight of his actions.

"Do you really think I won't kill you?" Hugo snarled, his fists clenched tightly.

Despite the burning rage coursing through him, Hugo restrained himself, deliberately avoiding a lethal strike.

At last, Taylor fell to the floor. Hugo paused his attack, using the spiked club to support himself as he glared at Taylor, his face carved with bitterness.

Taylor lay on the floor, his body rigid and motionless. He fixed his gaze on the ceiling, struggling to catch his breath, clearly consumed by pain.

"This should be convincing enough. Aiden won't suspect a thing," Hugo thought to himself.

If Taylor died, Hugo would find himself behind bars—none of them would come out of this unscathed.

Aiden's sinister laughter rang out. This was the price they would pay for destroying his life.