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.

terrified

would be crushed and completely disappear in front

hospital by an ambulance, and

corridor and stared at his bloodied hands as Amelia was

her blood.

to hurt

now, they were still trembling

shouting to himself

owed me and Irene a child because she made herself unable to

feel guilty for a woman like her, even if she dies on the operating table today!’ Warren kept

one, but many, many more. What do you think? Do you like boys or girls? In the future, I’ll just be a full-time wife. Anyway, I don’t have any big career ambitions. I prefer to spend more time with you and

pain in

as if

her release from prison, he had gone to such

that her mere three and a half years in prison

why he wanted to stop her and

feeling like he was the

which was especially clear in that

the caller

the call, Irene’s soft voice

the matter?” Warren asked, his voice tinged

voice and asked hurriedly, “What’s

Just dealing with some small matters,” he answered. Indeed, dealing with Amelia was just a trivial

ask when you’ll be back. If you have to stay in Strico for a while, I’ll come and

Strico during that time and their brief phone conversations had made

more uneasy.