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?

so much!”

sound of hasty footsteps. His eyes were filled with

the pillow against her stomach. She lifted her head, and her eyelashes were soaked in tears. “Fred, my

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sat down on the sofa and Mya instinctively

does it hurt?”

was filled with the undigested food she had

his gaze to the doctor and asked, “How is she?”

may I have a

on. You’ll be

to the

only has some endocrine disorders and irregular menstruation, but also a history of head injuries. I checked her 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

darkened, as a hunt of indescribable ferocity appeared on his face. “What about