"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?"

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

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 those

only then that Daniel had understood his feelings for her and

at Owen,

the small trouble I have gotten into, I'll take you to see that child

said that daughters are considerate, so she wanted to give

tightly-clenched fists

I accompanied her to prenatal check-ups!" Owen's expression twisted. "Heh... That girl insisted for a long

"Stop talking..."

"Maisie was conscious and begged my

buried? Pay me and I'll take you there

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