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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.

 

messy and haggard, and her body was covered in bruises

 

servant supporting Linda tentatively said, “Sir, this fake had

 

He stood up and walked up to the woman who looked just like Leona. He raised her

 

tenderness of his voice, tears streamed down

 

Cecil felt the warm tears on his fingers, his heart

 

aches… I have chronic stomachache…” Linda said between

 

in his arms and said to the

 

sir.” The

 

With Linda i

thighs like she was a child. After wiping her face

 

servants standing aside looked at each other in

 

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

 

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

 

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