Sean's words made me realize that he really killed my baby!

I came to him and raised my hand to hit him in the face with my greatest strength!

I just felt my hands are numb.

He still looked at me and his face was just a little crooked.

Sean was not angry at all. He took my hand and said, "it hurts, doesn't it? If you're not angry, take the medicine."

His indifference despaired me.

I took my hand back and hid it behind me. I looked at him, "Sean, you don't want me to give birth to your baby, do you?"

"Why?" Sean looked up at me. "I really want our baby."

"Then why don't you believe that the woman in that video is not me!"

I yelled at him!

Why didn't you believe me? Why did you kill my baby?

I couldn't believe it up to now. I was still in the joy of pregnancy, but now I had to admit that my baby was dead!

Sean looked down. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I watched the video again later. I know the features you have. The woman in the video has all your features, including the mole on the inside of your thigh."

"What?"

Sean stunned me.

The mole was very secret. I didn't expect Molly to do that.

But what benefits could she get? Why did she do it? Did she just want Sean to give me up?

Sean seemed to think I was shocked. He reached out and held me in his arms and comforted me, "it doesn't matter. Let's take medicine together from today. There are 27 days left. Two months later, if we are sure that we are not sick, you can have as many babies as you want, OK?"

"Take medicine together? I am not sick at all. I wasn't violated. Why should we take medicine together!"

I tried to get out of his arms, but he held me tight.

He said, "I know. I'm wrong, so in order to compensate you, I'll take medicine with you. I'll listen to you in the future, OK?"

"Are you wrong? How can you compensate me? Will you compensate me for a baby?"

"I will compensate you many babys in the future."

"No, I want the one you killed."

I knew!

Sean always thought I would not accept the reality, so he made a decision for me.

But only I knew that the person in the video was really not me.

Why...

Why didn't he believe me?

Sean held me tight. "Honey, our baby is dead. I owe you. I didn't protect you. It's all my fault. You can blame me. You can choose to stay with me all your life to punish me and torture me as long as you don't leave."

"OK." I sneered in his arms, "you can't regret it."

He thought I was obedient and let me go. He kissed my hair gently. "I won't regret it."

Sean asked the servant to take three more pills for me and I pretended to take them.

Actually, I put them all under my tongue.

I said I was not feeling well. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was to go to the bathroom and spit out three pills and flush the toilet.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my ugly face.

I thought of Sean's unchanging look at me.

Did he love me?

Maybe he loved me a little.

But he didn't trust me and killed my baby. He and I could only be enemies.

For the next week, Sean worked at home, and we took the medicine together every 12 hours.

I was in a coma for one day after taking my first medicine and I really took the medicine for the first two times, so I didn't feel well after I got up that day.

But then I didn't take any more medicine and didn't feel sick.

Sean is the opposite of me. He took his medicine seriously. The side effects of the blocker became increasingly apparent in him.

I saw him go to the bathroom repeatedly every day. He would fall down when walking. He couldn't even eat every day. He always lied on his stomach in front of his laptop.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but feel some heartache.

I wanted to tell him not to take the medicine.

But I knew he wouldn't believe me.

I'd like to escape, too, but these days, Sean's house, including the elevator entrance, stood with countless bodyguards.

Finally, a week later, because Barton called me, I was able to go to the hospital to change my medicine.

Sean's car took me there, of course.

When I got there, Barton asked a nurse to remove my mask and change my medicine. This time, I deliberately brought a small mirror with me.

The gauze was removed layer by layer. I quickly took out the small mirror to see what my face looked like.

But when I picked up the mirror, I saw my face was red.

My skin was already growing, but because my skin had been burned, the muscles of my left half face were deformed, which was obviously different from the right half face!

My nose also collapsed.

"It..."

When the nurse came back with the medicine, she saw me holding the mirror and grabbed it quickly. "Oh, you are still recovering. Don't look at it."

I stared at the nurse. "Can my face recover?"

"You can almost recover."

After I asked, Barton's voice came from behind. I turned my head slightly to see him.

Barton came up to me and didn't care what I looked like. He looked at me carefully. "I checked you. You are lucky. The person couldn't buy concentrated sulfuric acid, so he bought hydrochloric acid."

"Hydrochloric acid?"

"If it's sulfuric acid, your face won't recover. Although hydrochloric acid burnt a part of your muscles, you can do plastic surgery several times. You can almost recover." Barton paused. "But it's impossible to get back to what it was before it burned."

Barton's words made me feel hopeless and hopeful at the same time.

But he couldn't buy sulfuric acid?

I didn't believe it!

The man behind Molly had the ability to find the black men and put a virus in my laptop and predict everything!

How could he not even buy a strong sulfuric acid?

I felt more and more that this person was the most terrible.

He always seemed to give me hope in despair.

He wanted to destroy me but gave me a chance.

Who was he?

It was creepy to think of this man's existence and how he hurt me.

As Barton spoke, his cell phone in his pocket vibrated. He took a look and put it back.

When I saw his cell phone, my heart suddenly had hope!

I said to Barton, "Barton, can you lend me your cell phone? I want Sean to buy me something personal."