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

sound of hasty footsteps. His eyes

lifted her head, and her eyelashes were soaked in tears. “Fred, my stomach hurts.

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down on the sofa and Mya instinctively lay on his lap.

does it

it on her round belly, which was filled with

the doctor

Turner, may I have a word?”

Mya. “Hold on. You’ll

they walked to

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

a hunt of indescribable ferocity appeared on his