"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?"

a word. Back when Maisie had been pregnant, he 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 five months. Everything had seemed stable, but a few people had appeared out of the blue to take

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 those people, but they had disappeared as if they'd evaporated into thin air. There had been no security cameras 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

his gaze up at Owen, his eyes cold as a

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

tightly-clenched fists

twisted. "Heh... That girl insisted for a long time to

"Stop talking..."

she was covered in blood!" Owen's eyes were bloodthirsty as a devil's. "Maisie was

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

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