"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!

...

four in the morning, an ambulance took Millie

her to was

about a huge fight at the house between Millie and Murray;

seemed pretty serious this

for the child, immediately went to

she heard a scream like a pig

I'm begging you! You must save

them; they're my whole

calm her, "Please, stay calm, Madam!

settle down. Being

isn't good for you or then

now is

truth, is my baby okay? Are they stil

1.n

Why aren't

your hospital save

husband is rich! Very rich! Please, save my baby, whatever

but was constantly interrupted,

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