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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 at

 

tentatively said, “Sir, this fake had a conflict with Chelsey, so…she was

 

looked just like Leona. He raised her chin with

 

streamed down

 

warm tears on

 

chronic stomachache…”

 

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

 

The servant left

 

With Linda i

Cecil walked to the dining table and 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, he picked up some food with a spoon and held it up to her

 

standing aside looked at each other in

 

and his two sets of cutlery were custom products. One set was laid out on the table for him,

 

stared disbelievingly at the food in front of her. Seeing how gentle the apple of her

 

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