"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 her back and abort the child, claiming that these were Mr. Quimby's

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 those people, but they had disappeared as if they'd evaporated into thin air. There had

Daniel had understood his feelings for her and

up at Owen, his

with the small trouble I have gotten into, I'll

said that daughters are considerate, so she wanted to give birth

fists

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 her to prepare pink

"Stop talking..."

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

buried? Pay me and I'll

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