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Chapter 8 My Stomach Aches

What?

 

She’s so daring!’

 

Linda thought, but she had already been pushed down to the floor, and punched and kicked by the servants. The pain was unbearable, but she gritted her teeth and did not shed a tear.

 

At noon, once all the dishes had been laid out on the dining table, Cecil went into the dining room.

 

He sat down at the head of the table and slowly picked up the cutlery. Just when he was about to take a bite of the food in front of him, he suddenly remembered that woman. She had not had breakfast in the morning, and it was already noon now. Wouldn’t she be hungry? Since he had told Martin that he would give him two days to find Leona, he had to make sure that this woman was safe and sound until then.

 

Thinking of this, Cecil ordered a servant to bring Linda to him.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Five minutes later, Linda staggered into the dining room, supported by a servant.

 

covered in bruises and bloodstains. Squinting

 

tentatively said, “Sir, this fake had a conflict

 

He stood up and walked up to the woman who looked just

 

of the tenderness of his voice, tears streamed down Linda’s cheeks like a floodgate had

 

Cecil felt the warm tears

 

stomach aches… I have chronic

 

lifted her up in his arms and said

 

sir.” The servant left

 

With Linda i

dining table and sat back down on his chair, resting her on his thighs like she was a child. After wiping her

 

standing aside looked at each

 

touch his things, and his two sets of cutlery were custom products. One set was

 

Seeing how gentle the apple of her eye was being to her, she couldn’t hold back the tears that surged

 

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