Chapter 351 Why Is It His Fault

She began to grow nervous at his prolonged silence.

“Are you still there, Mister? You didn’t faint, did you?”

“No.” Nico closed his eyes wearily. “I’m exhausted and would like to take a nap,” he murmured.

“No! Don’t fall asleep!”

She banged madly on the wall to keep him awake. “You’re badly hurt, and you might never wake up if you fall asleep!”

Nico was amused.

Having been training in the barracks with Cedrick from a young age, he would not die that easily.

Aside from Cedrick and Gwendolyn, she was the first person who cared so deeply for him without knowing who he was. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“Mister? Are you asleep? Or are you almost dead?”

An urgent hammering on the wall sounded again.

“No.”

She heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll keep you company if you’re feeling sleepy. Would you like to hear a story?”

“Do you know any scary ones?”

“Uh… Aren’t we living through one right now?”

Nico gazed weakly about the cell and chuckled.

Indeed, it was quite ceric.

“I know some morbid jokes, Mister.”

“This dungeon is morbid enough.”

“Mine are more morbid than that.”

over their chat, the pair passed a pleasant half an hour in each

doctor, who was arranged by

back to the condominium on the outskirts of town.

permitted access to

did not complain, nor was she displeased. She only asked him for several books on childcare to kill time with.

regard to her meals, however, Charles did his best to

and a half weeks pregnant, Gwendolyn began exhibiting symptoms of morning sickness

In response, Charles employed a female gynecologist who would show up every afternoon to examine her and

noon, Charles received a

“Mother.”

her across the coffee table.

honest with me. Is the child in the belly of

taken aback. Keeping his gaze fixed on the ground,

you still lying

cup to the ground. The

beneath the coffee table was lined with

the coffee table, knelt beside

rage subside. She spoke again, employing a tone of carnest patience.

and found that she is engaged in Chanaca. Besides, I saw the way

bowed, refusing

impression she had of Gwendolyn had vanished

you. What did she do to you

his head hung as he wiped her

mind, so she sighed. “Either marry another woman

Charles looked up at once. “I will either marry her

put her through an abortion.

you live? You won’t feel the same love for the

words struck a chord in the sore spot Charles had kept

a wretched one, Mother? You did this, too, didn’t you? Does that make you, in your

“You little sh*t!”

in shock. Enraged, she slapped him

son to whom she owed so much and

so much misery over all these

her hand and smiled. “It’s

days of crying foul at the injustice

you should know that it won’t be fair to her unborn child. Do

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