Chapter 1758


    Maisie crouched on the ground, wailing. Her daughter, who hadn''t yet had a chance to see the world,


    was buried


    there.


    Slowly, she walked to the outer edge of the courtyard and sat in front of a stone tablet. Repeatedly, she


    stroked the


    words engraved on it, tears streaming down her face.


    Since the day Daniel suggested she abort the child, she had nned to escape.


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    Back then.


    They resided on the city''s east side, so she fled to the west, renting a shabby house in the suburban


    area. The


    conditions were poor—she cooked in the corridor and sought help from an old ssmate to find a job.


    Fearing Daniel''s pursuit, she avoided using her ID and worked as a dailyborer in a restaurant


    kitchen, performing


    the dirtiest and most exhausting tasks.


    Kind neighbors, witnessing her pregnancy amid malnourishment, gave her eggs, which she reluctantly


    consumed,


    eating only one every two days.


    Despite the harsh conditions, she found contentment. Enduring anything to settle down and bring her


    child into the


    world was her sole focus.


    Yet, Daniel sought to ruthlessly destroy even this glimmer of hope.


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    Maisie clenched her fists, trembling. The pain in her heart transformed into intense hatred, growing like


    vines in the


    depths of her being.


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    When Maisie returned to the hotel, Daniel was furious, ming his subordinates for not taking good


    care of her.


    The hotel manager, security personnel, and his men stood in a row, heads lowered, afraid to lift them.


    When Maisie attempted to leave, no one dared to stop her. The bodyguards refrained from following


    too closely,


    aware of her aversion to being trailed.


    Daniel couldn''t find anyone who knew where Maisie had gone too. It made him instantly anxious.


    "Ah, Ms. Squire, you''re back!" The sharp-eyed manager rushed toward Maisie as if grasping a


    lifesaving straw.


    Daniel turned to see Maisie approaching. He hurried to grab her hand, attempting to inquire about her


    whereabouts


    but was met with her icy gaze.


    Maisie looked at him emotionlessly. Seconds felt like centuries. Daniel had a forbidding feeling and


    forced a smile


    before attempting to put his arm around her shoulder.


    Maisie dodged, ring at him, then walked toward the elevator.


    "Maisie!" Daniel pursued her. He had been inexplicably anxious since the afternoon, unable to focus


    even during the


    board meeting.


    Maisie pressed the elevator button. A breaking news bulletin yed on the hotel lobby''s TV as they


    waited.


    "Now, a breaking news report... Just now, a violent incident urred at the train station. Several


    middleaged men


    attacked a pregnant woman in public, wielding weapons..."


    Startled, Maisie ran a few steps closer.


    The scene was chaotic—the police had cordoned off the train station. Ambnces rushed by, leaving


    large


    bloodstains where onlookers had gathered.


    "It is reported that the pregnant woman had no acquaintance with these several men. In resisting the


    attack, the


    woman''s husband attempted to protect his wife and was beaten in vital areas. He died on the spot."


    Maisie''s heart pounded, her eyes fixed on the television.


    A few minutester.


    "Thetest information just in: the pregnant woman who was attacked at the train station has suffered


    severe


    injuries. Despite being rushed to the hospital, she died on the way due to ineffective rescue efforts."


    Maisie''s face turned pale. Her legs weakened, and she copsed to the floor.


    Daniel quickly went to support her, but she let out a scream, "Ah!"


    "Maisie, what''s wrong?!"


    "Don''t touch me!" Maisie pushed him away, her mind on the brink of copse.