Sweet Divorce

Chapter 165 Have Justice for Lillian

“What’s wrong with her?” Rita took a doctor by the arm and asked.

The doctor glanced at her and said very seriously, “The pregnant woman is hemorrhaging.”

Rita looked at the doctor with her mouth open. Was Lillian pregnant? That was why she met Lillian in the hospital? What happened to her? She was fine a few minutes ago.

“Hurry up. Her life is in danger.” Doctors’ voice reached Rita ears.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rita hurried to follow.

By great effort, Lillian was brought back to life. She woke up a few hours later and saw Rita sitting by her bed. Lillian put her hand on her belly and asked, “How is my baby?”

Rita looked at her. There was sadness in her eyes.

“I lost my baby, right?” said Lillian, in a voice choked with tears.

“Don’t be sad. Fortunately, you’re OK. You will have the chance to be a mom again,” soothed Rita.

“No! I never will,” said Lillian sadly. “Why am I still alive? He should kill me together!”

Rita looked at her with surprise. “What do you mean, Lillian? Who did this to you?”

But Lillian turned and made no reply.

“Michael did it, right?” Rita asked warily.

Lillian still said nothing, but her eyes were moist again. Rita knew everything instantly. Her guess was correct.

Lillian’s shoulder and said, “You said you are fine.

for a moment

What happened?” Rita asked, choking back

me,”

you find

for a checkup, but the doctor told me the fetus has dead. Then I called Michael. He admitted

He said

long time, and then she fell asleep, but even in

Lillian had done something wrong, but Michael had gone too far this time. She

turned to Liam and said, “I’m leaving. I got some things to take care of.” Then she stormed out of the

few words to Jacob and

car and took out a note, on which there was Michael’s address.

the car and rushed

“Excuse me, Miss Brown. Mr. Burke

where he is!” Rita said

know,” The janitor

waiting here,” Rita said, choking back her anger. If she had known earlier, she would have never

the janitor didn’t do what she said. “Sorry, I don’t know his number,” he

a word of it. Anger was boiling up inside her. She needed

She held it high

the clock was twisted out of shape and the glass front of it was shattered into pieces and

you call him

Or I will call the police immediately,”

Then she grabbed another chair and held it up, pointing at a fish

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