Chapter 917

Cecilia’s pupils instantly widened. When she saw Fred wanting to pull the trigger, she finally felt the full extent of his sinister malice.

“No, you can’t do this. Fred, you can’t kill me!”

In the Ventropolis Prison, even the worst criminals entering could not leave alive.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

“Mr. Turner, something’s wrong with Ms. Harper.”

Fred patted Cecilia’s face with a cold and sinister smile. “If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll show you how it feels like to be used by twenty men at the same time.”

Mya curled up on the sofa in pain as her tears dampened the pillow. “Doctor, is my baby going to die?

hurts so much!”

the sound of hasty footsteps. His eyes were

She lifted her head, and her eyelashes were soaked in tears. “Fred, my stomach

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sofa and Mya instinctively

does it

grabbed his hand and placed it on her round belly, which was filled with the undigested

shifted his gaze to the doctor and asked,

may I have a

comforted Mya. “Hold on. You’ll

walked to

her past medical records and found that she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. She seems to have

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