The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 411

In fact, it was as if he had discovered, for the first time, that she could be even more determined than he had thought.

She could harm her own body so casually, but when he saw the blood oozing from her, he felt a piercing chill. Every nerve in his body felt like it was stabbing with pain.

It was as if she had embedded those shards of glass into him.

It was so painful for him.

But at that moment, his pain and anger made Amelia laugh. With a single laugh, the blood from her abdomen seemed to seep even faster.

“Don’t laugh!” He was in a panic, afraid that her blood would flow too fast, too much.

She laughed and seemed to mock him for panicking.

“Does this count as repaying a life?” Amelia struggled, feeling the blood flowing. Yet, she knew she wouldn’t die.

Back in prison, she had endured too many injuries. Sometimes, with enough wounds, healing became a habit. So, she knew she wasn’t going to die from those injuries.

She did that to make Warren understand her determination.

“I can live the rest of my life without bearing a child. You can also have a doctor remove my uterus. Of course, it’s possible that my uterus is already damaged, and I may not be able to conceive a child anymore.” Amelia struggled as she looked at the pale man in front of her with mocking eyes.

Warren was very pale at that moment. His black eyes were filled with tension, pain, and panic, as if… he cared deeply for Amelia. If she hadn’t witnessed his heartlessness, she might have believed it.

He was acting that way now probably because he was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to give birth to a child for him and

Irene.

“Warren, I’m repaying with this… Is it enough?” Her blood dripped onto the luxurious carpet along the glass and her fingers.

His eyes were fixed on her, but he couldn’t say a word. Warren had never imagined Amelia could be so determined.

determination terrified him.

as if, by pushing her any further, she would be

was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, and

in the corridor and stared at his bloodied hands as Amelia was pushed into the operating room.

her

was willing to hurt herself to

they were

shouting to

Irene a child because she made herself unable

guilty for a woman like her, even if she dies on the operating table

um, not just one, but many, many more. What do you think? Do you like boys

another sudden pain

pounded his chest as if to stop

was thinking about those things again. After her release from prison,

half years in

he didn’t know why

feeling like he was the one

phone started ringing, which was especially clear in that

caller

call, Irene’s soft voice came through the phone, “Warren.”

his voice

in his voice and asked hurriedly, “What’s wrong with you? Are you tired?”

some small matters,” he answered. Indeed, dealing

If you have to stay in Strico for a while,

him staying in Strico during that time and

more uneasy.