"Alright, Mr. Sherwood."

Suddenly, Millie turned pale, clutching her stomach, "Ow... my stomach hurts so much..." Murray remained expressionless.

He didn't move, and Sadie didn't dare to either.

By now, Millie had slumped to the floor, cold sweat beginning to form on her forehead.

She reached out, desperately grabbing at the man's trouser leg, her eyes pleading, "Murray, please save me, save our baby. My stomach... it's killing me..."

Sadie couldn't stand it any longer, "Mr. Sherwood, Ms. Millie doesn't seem to be faking it..."

The cold sweat had soaked her thin nightgown, and Millie's face twisted in agony.

Murray dropped a "Deal with it" and left.

Sadie felt like the unluckiest person in the world!

The life of a working stiff is just damn hard!

...

the morning, an ambulance took Millie from the

to was the same one where Beverley was

the house between Millie and Murray; Murray

seemed pretty serious

for the child, immediately went

heard

please! I'm begging you! You must

them; they're

calm her,

settle down.

good for

thing now is

truth, is my baby okay? Are

1.n

aren't you

your hospital save

save my baby, whatever the cost, he can afford

tried to speak but was constantly interrupted, feared that the baby might get overlooked

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