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

ground, creating the sound of hasty footsteps. His

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

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and Mya instinctively lay on

does it hurt?”

her round belly, which was filled with

gaze to the doctor and asked,

may I have

Mya. “Hold on. You’ll be fine soon.”

walked to the

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 be fine under normal circumstances if she’s not provoked, but if

as a hunt of indescribable ferocity appeared on his face.