"Mr... Mr. Quimby." Owen bit his lip, his twisted smile growing even more sinister. "Do you still remember that child?

"Do you know... where that child was buried?"

"You..." Daniel clenched his teeth, glaring at him.

Owen smirked. He knew that poking this sore spot would hurt the most. "Back then, Maisie was already five months pregnant. You are the one who almost forced her to the brink of death! It was a live abortion of a five-month-old fetus!"

"It wasn't me!" Daniel's voice grew deeper, his temples pulsing as he emphasized each word. "I didn't force her!"

"So, was it just an accident? Are you saying it had nothing to do with you?"

the baby, eventually managing to escape from him. She had lived incognito in a harsh environment, struggling to nurture the fetus for five months. Everything had seemed stable, but a few people had appeared out of the blue to take her back and abort

ensued, Maisie had taken a misstep and fallen from a great height. When Daniel had seen her again, she had been lying in the emergency room, her life hanging by a thread. He had investigated

to be living in a daze. It was only then that Daniel had understood his feelings for her and been consumed by regret. Later on, Maisie had lost her memory and gone

Owen, his eyes cold as

Quimby." Owen smirked maliciously. "If you help me deal with the small trouble I have gotten into, I'll

it was a girl?! Maisie said that daughters are considerate, so she wanted to give birth

tightly-clenched fists

"Heh... That girl insisted for a long time to find out the baby's gender. Eventually, the doctor got fed up and told her to prepare

"Stop talking..."

bloodthirsty as a devil's. "Maisie was conscious and begged my mother to ask the doctor for the

to know where it's buried? Pay me and I'll

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