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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.

 

haggard, and her body was covered in bruises and

 

supporting Linda tentatively said, “Sir, this fake had

 

who looked just

 

voice, tears streamed down Linda’s cheeks like a

 

Cecil felt the warm tears on his fingers, his heart

 

aches… I have chronic stomachache…” Linda said between

 

arms and said to the

 

The servant

 

With Linda i

sat back down on his chair, resting her on his thighs like she was a child. After wiping her face with a piece of tissue,

 

looked at

 

No one was allowed to touch his things, and his two sets of cutlery were custom products. One set was laid out on the table for him, while the other spare set sat in the storage room, never before

 

how gentle the apple of her eye was being to her, she

 

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