“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

Chelsea would probably

returned to her bedroom, she

Frances’s place, they almost did

he stayed in the town in the heavy snow, he often contacted her after returning home. Sometimes he would call her, sometimes he would

call back, because she knew that given

when she thought of what she was going to say to Edmund later on, Chelsea clutched her phone and slumped weakly onto the carpet at the

she said those

that they

she wanted, but Chelsea couldn’t help sitting on the edge

called again. Chelsea composed

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