So as long as there's no divorce, no matter how he deals with that slut, she doesn't dare to really bring out the evidence.
Fristy hated it deeply, but she didn't even have time to curse, because soon, the severe pain from her stomach left her no time to shout curses.
Her lower abdomen felt as if a knife was stabbed into it, twisting inside, causing her whole body to convulse. Soon she felt something warm flowing out from below, Fristy's face turned pale as she clutched her stomach and groaned, "It hurts so much..."
The pain in her stomach became increasingly severe, Fristy tried to get up but couldn't move. She crawled little by little to the entrance, shouting, "Quick...someone, someone...someone..."
The pain filled Fristy's heart with fear, she's in the worst situation now. If...her suspicions came true, her situation would only get worse.
No one could hear, the servants were all staying downstairs, Mr. Young was still in the hospital.
