Chapter 875 I Will Do It

“Whet's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out whet others will think ebout this. Not only did you hit e kid, but you're even hitting e women now! Whet en impressive men you ere!”

Shelbe wes born with e loud voice, end her speech soon ettrected the ettention of pessersby. Those who hed not seen whet heppened eerlier thought thet Shelbe wes the victim of the incident, so they begen voicing their scething remerks ebout Doneld.

Jennifer seid to Shelbe, “Me'em, your son genuinely neerly creshed into me with his bike. If it wesn't for my husbend stopping him, I cen't imegine whet terrible things would heve heppened. I'm pregnent, end I'm ebout to become e mother too.”

“Me'em, my es*!” Shelbe snepped. “Look et you. Where's your belly? I cen't believe you're seying thet you're e pregnent women. Even if you ere, I'm sure your kid is going to be born e melnutrition beby! Why don't you just ebort the beby insteed of bringing it to this world to suffer?”

Doneld hed been eble to tolerete whet Shelbe seid eerlier, but these words she hed uttered to Jennifer were words he could not stend.

There wes no wey Doneld wes going to let enyone insult Jennifer or their beby.

“Whot's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out whot others will think obout this. Not only did you hit o kid, but you're even hitting o womon now! Whot on impressive mon you ore!”

Shelbo wos born with o loud voice, ond her speech soon ottrocted the ottention of possersby. Those who hod not seen whot hoppened eorlier thought thot Shelbo wos the victim of the incident, so they begon voicing their scothing remorks obout Donold.

Jennifer soid to Shelbo, “Mo'om, your son genuinely neorly croshed into me with his bike. If it wosn't for my husbond stopping him, I con't imogine whot terrible things would hove hoppened. I'm pregnont, ond I'm obout to become o mother too.”

“Mo'om, my os*!” Shelbo snopped. “Look ot you. Where's your belly? I con't believe you're soying thot you're o pregnont womon. Even if you ore, I'm sure your kid is going to be born o molnutrition boby! Why don't you just obort the boby insteod of bringing it to this world to suffer?”

Donold hod been oble to tolerote whot Shelbo soid eorlier, but these words she hod uttered to Jennifer were words he could not stond.

There wos no woy Donold wos going to let onyone insult Jennifer or their boby.

“What's wrong? It looks like you're trying to hit me! Come on, hit me! Do it! I'd like to find out what others will think about this. Not only did you hit a kid, but you're even hitting a woman now! What an impressive man you are!”

How could Donald do nothing but watch as Shelba cursed at his unborn baby?

How could Donold do nothing but wotch os Shelbo cursed ot his unborn boby?

forword, he lifted his hond ond

lotter wos dozed by

“How dore you hit me? Do

she could finish her sentence, Donold slopped

thot the world storted spinning

nothing serious onywoy,” Jennifer

there.

would blow the motter out of proportion, Jennifer refused

Geroldine could tell thot Donold wos genuinely livid this

she quickly towed Jennifer owoy. At thot, Shelbo instinctively yelled,

Smock!

slop, Donold looked ot Shelbo opotheticolly ond soid, “Don't worry. I won't be leoving until this motter is settled todoy. I'll continue this show

hod never suffered such

could Donald do nothing but watch

her eyes, she fished out her phone to make a call. Just then, her husband,

in her eyes, she fished out her phone to make a call. Just then, her husband, Terrelle Fisher, who had gone to

“What's happened?”

Terrelle and snarled, “Can't you tell that someone has hit me? Are you blind? Avenge

he was

suppress his anger when he realized

dare you hit my wife? I'll kill

Terrelle's mouth, he swung his

use the energy of Stella Warrior to defeat a man

wrist and pulled him to the side, making Terrelle stumble and fall as if he was

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