After hearing what Flora Bloom said, Shelly Jarvis suddenly went still on the examination bed, tears pouring from her eyes.
She saw Maeve Preston in a white lab coat, adjusting the equipment. The surrounding smell of disinfectant was just like getting a check-up at a hospital before the apocalypse. "You're a doctor?"
Maeve Preston nodded. "To be precise, the chief of obstetrics and gynecology."
Shelly Jarvis mumbled, as if talking to herself, yet also pleading. "I don't want it! I don't want it!"
"Why?" Maeve Preston asked calmly.
But in the next second, Shelly Jarvis suddenly clutched her stomach, her body seizing. "AH!" she shrieked, her face turning as pale as a wretched spirit crawling from a grave. The pain seemed excruciating as her body convulsed, arching her back.
"Please, help me get it out! I don't want it! It's a demon! It has to be! They... they must have replaced my baby with a demon from hell!"
Flora Bloom frowned. "Who are 'they'? People from the laboratory?"
