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

of hasty footsteps. His eyes were filled with a hint

held the pillow against her stomach. She lifted her head, and her eyelashes were soaked in tears. “Fred,

11

and Mya instinctively lay

does it

belly, which was filled with the

to the doctor and asked, “How

Turner, may I have

Mya. “Hold on. You’ll be fine soon.”

walked to the side.

that she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. She seems to have previously been traumatized by some severe physical or mental coercion, resulting in this mental illness. She may be fine

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255