“Did she said that I couldn’t have a baby and I was not worthy of you?” Without thinking, Chelsea knew what Purple had say.

“Yes.”

Luka said angrily, “I said to her, did she write too many ancientry novels and got herself too immersed in it? What era is it now? When has fertility become a benchmark to measure the value of a woman?”

These words came from the usually gentle Luka‘s mouth. Chelsea could imagine Purple’ expression. “She probably got in a frenzy, did she?”

“I hung up the phone directly. I don’t care if she is angry or not. I never want to have any more contact with her.”

Luka asked her again, “Why did you ask about Mia?”

Thus, Chelsea told Luka about her plan. Luka also agreed with her.

ask someone to help you find

find out too. Chelsea would probably be able to

When she returned to her bedroom,

Frances’s place, they almost

he often contacted her after returning home. Sometimes he would call her, sometimes he would just send her a message,

given

Chelsea clutched her phone and slumped weakly onto the carpet at the end of the

said

they would

Chelsea couldn’t help sitting on the edge

enough, Edmund still called again. Chelsea composed her

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