Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Laila's words made Rosalie feel increasingly disgusted. She was glad she hadn't given in. Such a person was unworthy of any sympathy.

"If it weren't for me, would you have been able to live the life of a wealthy lady or to have a good life? You wouldn't even lend me money and just watched me fall into trouble. You've wronged me! What did I ever do to deserve this? You brought this on yourself!"

Laila, who was desperate now, glared at Rosalie menacingly.

"You're so stingy! Even though you have so much money, you wouldn't lend me any. You were the one who wanted to harm me first!"

Rosalie snorted coldly. "Say whatever you like. You won't have a good ending."

Rosalie then ignored her.

Laila struggled to get up from the ground and move toward Rosalie, but the man blocked her path. His hands on his hips, he looked down at her.

"What, do you want to hit her?"

He raised his fist, ready to hit her.

thud. She covered her head,

spare me! I beg you! I'll be your servant in the

someone without boundaries. As long as she could live, she would agree

doesn't even value you being a servant. Now you come begging me-what can I say? You're disobedient. Who knows when you'll

knife from his pocket; it was short, but extremely sharp. He traced his finger lightly over the blade, his eyes

Laila shouted angrily. "I have no such niece! My brother has no such daughter. She's not my brother's daughter at all! She doesn't deserve to be a part of the

shocked by this revelation and

Laila just said that out of anger, or if it was true that she wasn't her parents'

Young family at all! You're not related to them by

vel.

relative!

a loss for