The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 917

Cecilia’s pupils instantly widened. When she saw Fred wanting to pull the trigger, she finally felt the full extent of his sinister malice.

“No, you can’t do this. Fred, you can’t kill me!”

In the Ventropolis Prison, even the worst criminals entering could not leave alive.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

“Mr. Turner, something’s wrong with Ms. Harper.”

Fred patted Cecilia’s face with a cold and sinister smile. “If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll show you how it feels like to be used by twenty men at the same time.”

Mya curled up on the sofa in pain as her tears dampened the pillow. “Doctor, is my baby going to die?

hurts so

upstairs. His military boots tapped on the ground, creating the sound of hasty footsteps. His eyes were filled with a hint of worry as he

against her stomach. She lifted her head, and her eyelashes were soaked in

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down on the sofa and Mya instinctively lay on his

does it hurt?”

grabbed his hand and placed it on her round belly, which was filled with the undigested food she had earlier. “Here,” she told

doctor

Turner, may I have a

comforted Mya. “Hold on. You’ll be

walked to the

past medical records and found that she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. She seems to have previously been traumatized by some severe physical or mental coercion, resulting in this mental illness. She may be fine under normal circumstances if she’s not provoked, but if

expression darkened, as a hunt of indescribable ferocity appeared on his