"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?"

had been cold because he had wanted her to abort the child quickly. Later, Maisie had insisted on keeping the baby, eventually managing to escape from him. She had lived incognito in a harsh environment, struggling to nurture the fetus for

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

that Daniel had understood

snapped his gaze up at Owen, his

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

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

tightly-clenched fists trembled

was hiding, I accompanied her to prenatal check-ups!" Owen's expression twisted. "Heh... That girl insisted for a long time to find out the baby's gender. Eventually, the doctor got fed up and told

"Stop talking..."

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

buried? Pay me and I'll take you there right

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