Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

Chapter 389 Disgust

“You disgust me.”

“Couldn’t hold it in, eh? Getting so angry just from saying that much – but do you think that’s just it? No, it’s just the beginning. If you want to keep listening, I’ll keep talking. You can leave any time you want. I’m not the one who’s going to mourn in the end!

“Even just thinking about the days Robert was getting tortured, I don’t feel like it’s so bad getting shut in here. After all, I can think of the pain he went through before, and I can imagine the pain you’ll go through in the future. Isn’t that pretty great?”

If Georgia was to pick someone whom she hated the most, she might have said there wasn’t such a person before.

She hadn’t cared about Emma Lane any longer. She’d grown strong enough to get over the people who’d hurt her, the people she’d beaten, strong enough not to let them linger in her mind and cause her pain.

Now, though, she couldn’t do it.

Seeing Sierra’s face, Georgia wanted to rip her to shreds.

be able to bear it. He’s my husband, and I’ll listen to all the pain he’s been through. I’ll protect him and love him from now on. You think I can be defeated by something like this? No, I’ll only cherish the days we spend together even

words,

I want to see if it’s

for a while, and started describing them

had been damaged and the chemicals we’d injected had been too complex. Miraculously, he rejected those drugs and didn’t develop any reliance. Until the

thought about how to get his property. Know what kind of place it was? It was the sort of underground lab where illegal experiments went on inside every day. Every day, live humans from warzones are captured for experiments. They had children, teens, youths, the elderly. All sorts of people were taken for experiments. If someone died from a certain test, they’d be dissected. Every

and where the drug went wrong. There’s no dignity for the people kept in that lab. They’re treated worse than lab rats. At least lab rats get taken care of before they suffer. Unless their bodies need to be healthy to gather data, the people kept shut there are either beaten or yelled at, with never enough food or clothing. They’re kept slumbering on the regular with tranquilizers. They don’t

put him through every test imaginable. He struggled between all sorts of agony every day and was rarely sober. I often felt like he’d die in some drug

surgically dissected and sewn back together, and a bunch of drug concentration tests and other chemical experiments I hadn’t even heard of, his regained the use of his legs. At that moment, the people in the lab all developed an interest in

part of his body was worthy of study. Finally, those mad scientists even suggested testing all their drugs on him and killing him off before dissecting him, cutting open every organ of his body to see what secrets it holds. After all, data from live humans can’t be collected too violently. But if the person way

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