Chapter 12

Emma Rosy snapped open her clarifying eyes and suddenly turned her head, her fingers gripping Marisa Miller's wrist:

"Marisa Miller, you have driven me to the brink, what more do you want to do?"

Because of her pregnancy, she avoids emotional ups and downs as much as possible.

But at this moment, Emma Rosy couldn't care less.

Marisa Darcy smiled. She broke Emma Rosy's fingers from her wrist one by one: "Emma Rosy, it's not that I want to push you to the edge, it's Alex, who won't let you go." "... Alex Brown." Emma Rosy mumbled, her eyes darkened. Marisa Darcy leaned close to her ear, repeating the words over and over as if hypnotized: "Emma Rosy, remember, it's Alex who hates you, and he wants you dead." "He hates me... hates me ......" Emma Rosy was like a lost child, not knowing what to do, hugging her body tightly in an attempt to draw a glimpse of warmth in this cold winter. "It hurts, my stomach hurts..."

The pain coming from her belly made Emma Rosy gradually lose conscious