"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 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 five months. Everything had seemed stable, but a few people had appeared out of the blue to take her back and abort the child, claiming that these

her life hanging by a thread. He had investigated

a daze. It was only then that Daniel had understood

his gaze up at Owen, his eyes cold as a

"If you help me deal with the small trouble I have gotten into,

that daughters are considerate, so she wanted

fists trembled slightly.

long time to find out the baby's gender. Eventually, the doctor got fed up and

"Stop talking..."

as a devil's. "Maisie was conscious and begged my

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

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