"It's none of your business! You..." Ellis started to curse, but a hand clamped over her mouth. "If you hit me again, if you curse at me again, I'll tape your hands and feet and seal your mouth." Easton wasn't joking; his tone conveyed a firm determination to follow through. Unable to speak and with her hands effortlessly restrained by the scumbag's grip, Ellis gritted her teeth. Her movements controlled, the scumbag dragged her along, and she had no idea where they were headed. After a walk, they entered a doctor's office where a nurse and a doctor sat. The doctor, less stern, offered a polite smile. As the doctor handed the examination results to Easton, sizing up both him and Ellis, he said, "Mrs. Hudson is not pregnant." Hearing the results, a huge weight lifted from Ellis's heart. Her fate had finally shown her a bit of mercy; she wouldn't suffer the misfortune of carrying the scumbag's child or endure the agony of an abortion. A smile touched her eyes, lightening her expression.The report clearly stated Ellis was not pregnant. Easton glanced at her abdomen several times, shedding the untimely expectations he had on the way to the hospital. He couldn't quite pin down his feelings. "She's not pregnant, but she has been vomiting all evening. What's causing it?" "It's not physiological vomiting; it's likely psychological vomiting. Mrs. Hudson might be reacting to environmental stress or possibly severe mental strain," the doctor explained, focusing on Ellis. "Ms. Harper, can you describe your physical sensations? Did anything specific trigger your vomiting?" Admitting to sickness in front of others, especially saying it was triggered by being locked in the Hudson family's room, and the thoughts of the scumbag with Victoria, was utterly humiliating. Thinking of this, Ellis couldn't bring herself to speak. It was simply too embarrassing, and she remained silent as if she hadn't heard the doctor's question. After a moment with no response from Ellis, the doctor prompted, "Ms. Harper, you...?" The doctor clearly expected an answer. Ellis pointed at Easton beside her. "Seeing him makes me sick, and I can't help but want to vomit." As her words hung in the air, the office fell into an awkward silence. The doctor and nurse exchanged glances, at a loss for words. Guessing the reason behind Ellis's continuous vomiting, Easton had narrowed it down to pregnancy or food poisoning. With pregnancy ruled out, he was shocked that the mere sight of him could induce such a reaction. He turned to face her fully, his expression darkening, "Seeing me makes you sick? What about me disgusts you? Explain yourself!" Ordinary disgust was one thing, but reaching the extent of psychological vomiting was another. He could dismiss it if it were anyone else, but not Ellis, because she... What about her? His mind felt stuck, unable to grasp something he normally didn't notice. "Everything about you disgusts me." With other eyes on them, Ellis kept her voice low to save face, "You wrecked my 140,000 dollars-a-year job, froze all my bank accounts, leaving me penniless and almost homeless, and you still expect me not to be disgusted by you?" "Always about money, as if you can't live without it." Easton had always disliked Ellis's materialistic ways, but since he was responsible for her current plight, his attitude softened, "If you want money, just apologize and beg me, and it's settled." "You think you can live without money? In this world, without money, you can't even feed yourself!" Ellis headed for the door, "Enough with your talk of apologies and begging; you don't deserve to have my child, much less my dignity." The scumbag didn't stop her from leaving, so she seized her chance to escape. "Where are you going?" She had only taken a few steps when the scumbag unexpectedly blocked her path. "To your grave to pray for you!" Her attempt to escape was likely to fail, with a high chance of being dragged back to the Hudson family's home by the scumbag. Ellis's anger surged, and she couldn't hold back her harsh words. While other couples' quarrels were a spectacle for bystanders, prolonged watching was inappropriate. When Easton glanced at the doctor and nurse, they quickly averted their gazes, pretending to be busy with patient files and whispering about unfinished paperwork."Enough, you've been causing a scene all day, and you're tired. Come home and rest with me." Easton took Ellis's hand. "Whatever you want to argue about, we can continue tomorrow." I am causing a scene? What nonsense is this scumbag spouting! Feeling his warmth in her palm, Ellis glared at him, "That's your house, not mine! I don't want to go back to your house. You can go back all you want!" "Ellis, don't forget, that house was our chosen marital home, the home you said you wanted to live in for a lifetime." Every time it was emphasized that the place he called home was his alone, Easton felt an inexplicable irritation, frustrated by Ellis's clear delineation between them.