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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.

 

her body was covered in

 

tentatively said, “Sir, this fake had a conflict with Chelsey,

 

who looked just like Leona. He raised her chin with his long finger

 

voice, tears streamed down Linda’s cheeks like a floodgate

 

felt the warm tears on his

 

I have chronic stomachache…”

 

up in his arms and said to the servant, “Go and call

 

sir.” The

 

With Linda i

was a child. After wiping her face with a

 

aside looked at each other in

 

in this villa knew that Cecil was obsessed with cleanliness. No one was allowed to touch his things, and his two sets of cutlery were custom products. One set was laid out on the

 

stared disbelievingly at the food in front of her. Seeing how gentle the apple of her eye was being to her, she

 

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