“Did you guys investigate my background?” Lacey jumped up with anger, as if she was about to fight Boyce. That was her secret and she didn’t allow anyone to know it.

Her feet were tied and the moment she jumped up she fell to the ground.

Boyce smiled. Having confirmed that it was her weakness, he continued to provoke her, “You were pregnant and you even gave birth. However, the baby… died.”

“Shut up! You shut up!” Lacey shouted and shook her head. Boyce’s words seemed like thunder, and fell straight on her head, separating her blood and flesh.

Sometimes she acted crazy, sometimes she laid on the ground motionless like a lifeless puppet.

On the second floor.

Charles frowned. Boyce had only said a few words briefly. However, these few words had shocked him a lot. Lacey had been pregnant? She had given birth?

This was like a bolt from the blue for him.

Now, he finally understood what Boyce meant when he said there would be a surprise.

He grabbed the armrest and stared at her. There were some things he wanted to ask her himself.

With the help of his driver, he went downstairs.

Lacey’s head was on the ground, her hair was scattered blocking her eyes and eyebrows. Through the gap in her hair, she seemed to see Charles rolling his wheelchair and coming towards her.

Charles?

She suddenly raised her head to look at Charles and her eyes widened. Was he here too?

Did he hear what Boyce said just now?

“Charles…”

you had a child?” He frowned.

and he

badly by her adoptive

had never thought that she

shrank, trying to hide. She wanted to hide

“Speak!” Charles growled.

She wanted to escape

a lot of

don’t speak, who can help you?!” Charles’s face had

looked at Charles. Looking at him, she smiled and then

of something fearful. Her face turned from

his head and said

that he was lying to

until her tears came

childlike but her lovely and innocent appearance could already be faintly seen. At that time, her younger brother was a few years old and he liked to cry at night.

rained very heavily, thunder and lightning rumbled. Even the cows tethered in

under the quilt that was thin and smelt really

of the

“Lacey.”

her adoptive father treated her badly. In the daytime, she was required to do chores, feed the cows, mow the grass, wash and cook

better towards

cautious, “Dad, why aren’t

and said with a smile, “I saw that it was

not afraid, Dad. You can go and

had never gone to school. She didn’t understand what her

her well, she will be

away with her feet. Her resistance and lack of cooperation

trapped and could only

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