My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 1817

“Mom, did you go through my drawer?” shouted Lina.

Mrs. Sweeney glared at her daughter. “I was looking for nail clippers. Who knew I would find this? I thought you were taking some slimming pills, but after I took it to the pharmacy and asked, it turns out it’s something women who are pregnant or trying to get pregnant take!”

Lina bit her lip and immediately dared not speak.

“Lina, what… What is a lady like you eating this for? Are you… You…” Mrs. Sweeney seemed a little embarrassed to go on.

Mr. Sweeney shouted right away, “Tell us the truth. Are you pregnant with this Stephenson boy’s child?”

Mr. Sweeney started recalling some things like how his daughter had been throwing up recently; how she had decided to stop meeting Anthony Sherman and just be friends with him; how

Hadwin Stephenson sent her home today; and the bunch of

deliveries sent to this house. He started thinking that it was

possible!

impressed she almost kneeled in front of her father.

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say, Mr. Sweeney knew he was right

instantly got up and raised his fist to

was almost 60 years old, so he was not a good fighter. However, Hadwin Stephenson did not dodge him and just stood there, letting

up with Lina when she was seriously injured, and now you’ve taken advantage of her. Haven’t you hurt her enough?” Mr. Sweeney punched

just stood there motionless

Mrs. Sweeney hurriedly grabbed Mr. Sweeney. “What’s the use

boy is too awful. I must beat him up! The daughter of the Sweeney family can’t be taken advantage of that easily. Good for him, huh? He can just walk away

and did not

Lina quickly shouted when she saw that the comers of Hadwin Stephenson’s

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hospital due

take advantage of you?” Mr. Sweeney stopped what he was doing and turned to glare at his daughter. “In that

“It’s just that… L.. I drank too much that night and called Hadwin Stephenson by mistake.

with extreme difficulty. It felt like she had gone back to her elementary school days when she had

looked timidly at her parents. “Well… do I need to be more specific?”