Olivia ran at full speed.

By the time she reached the room, everyone was there except Molly and Yale.

A pungent smell filled the room.

The warm temperature made it so bad that Olivia felt sick to the stomach.

Suppressing the nausea, she entered the room.

Mason was standing by the window, frowning.

Linus guarded the door to the toilet, where a crouching Krystal was throwing up as Tatiana patted her back.

Despite the deep-seated resentment, Krystal was still the daughter she raised with devotion and love.

"What happened to you?" Olivia walked into the toilet.

Krystal grasped Olivia by the sleeve immediately.

"Olivia, save me! I don't want a miscarriage!" "What happened?" "My stomach hurt, and I kept throwing up.

I know.

It's Yale.

bet he wants me in

He's trying to kill my baby to avenge Molly!" Olivia didn't jump to conclusions because, to her, Yale didn't appear to be rash enough to do anything in the Heath

no

Molly was getting better.

do it today? "Done throwing up?

examine your condition." Krystal's legs turned to jelly, so Tatiana supported

rice scattered on the floor and the

"The maid brought me food."

hate me, but please save my baby! Please, do it for the baby's sake, at least!"

her hand, Olivia comprehended

a miscarriage, your belly should be hurting, and you should

cold that's bad for your stomach?" "So, you mean my

are three types of

are needed to confirm which one it

can't do them

suggest sending her to the hospital

be bad for the baby."

Krystal lit up at that, looking at Tatiana with eyes teeming

knew you're still—" Yet Tatiana's words turn cold at

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