Brent had to turn his head to see Ray, his schoolmate two full years younger in college.She was stammering for a long time, unable to say a word and looking close to tears. "How's she doing?" Brent couldn't stand the sight of people crying right now and sat in his wheelchair a little further away from the hospital bed, his face expressionless as he looked away. Ray still remembered how much Brent had been admired in medical school back then. He had managed to get his PhD at the age of 21, and he was handsome and from a good family. She had envied him and even had a secret crush on him for a while. Ray looks at him now, after not seeing him for so many years, and he seems so much more forlorn and melancholic. It was as if the young man who had been so full of vigor and hope for the future had disappeared. Ray was a little sad to think of it. "I'm sorry." Ray realized that she had lost her mood and wiped her eyes in an effort to calm down, "The child's platelets are high, but t

"The rules are simple, we take turns asking each other questions. If anyone lies, they get electrocuted by the lie detector, am I clear?" Brent had long planned out the questions he wanted to ask in his mind, and for some reason, he was actually looking forward to this game. "Um, okay." It was late and Hermosa went back upstairs to make sure Elisa was asleep and not crying before returning to the living room and sitting across from Brent, placing his hand on the lie detector and letting the red nylon strap hold the back of her hand in place. "First question, where is Elisa's father?" Hermosa obviously didn't expect the first question to be so pointed, she stammered and explained, "I, I don't know." "Don't know?" "We're ...... a one-night stand." Hermosa's ears reddened and Brent pressed the button on the lie detector for her and nothing moved. That meant she passed the test. Hermosa breathed a soft sigh of relief: "How long have you lived here alone?" "Five mont

Brent took advantage of the night to violate Hermosa over and over again with his huge vibrator, watching her in a state of lust and sleep, and hating himself for not bringing the tools from the basement into the bedroom to part her tight pink pussy lips with pliers and wipe away all her juices with medical pads. For a moment, Brent wanted to make a specimen of the beauty beneath him, to display her post-orgasm lovingly in his dark basement forever for his own enjoyment. But every time these sordid thoughts came to his mind, Hermosa called his name in untimely agony. At that moment he seemed to be a sinner summoned by a judge. But these evil thoughts, wrapped in sin, would only end up in his hot fingertips, swirling round and round Hermosa's vagina. ...... The night soon faded from the sky and Brent took Hermosa into the master bathroom to clean up her muddy bottom before carrying her to his own room. The bedroom was quiet and Brent got Hermosa into bed and tucked her in befor

"What did you say?" Hermosa was stunned, not responding for a moment to the meaning of Brent's words. "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the supermarket with me?" Hermosa couldn't believe it, a little surprised and then a little embarrassed and worried: "Ah, yes, but ......" She asked, a little cautiously, "Can you control the wheelchair yourself?" Brent didn't say anything and gave Hermosa a faint sweeping glance. With that one glance Hermosa knew he must not be happy, but there was nothing she could do.Hermosa looked at the baby in her arms with difficulty: "I have to hold Elisa, your wheelchair is automatic right ......" "Give me that." Brent suddenly interrupted him. "Can, can I?" Hermosa did get Brent's point right away this time, but didn't immediately do what he said, "But she's a bit heavy." "It's okay." Brent didn't tell Hermosa that upper body exercises were a daily ritual for him, and that he had no trouble lifting Hermosa out of bed .Carrying a bab

A few minutes later, in the office on the third floor of the supermarket, Hermosa heard the manager address Brent as "young master" and realized that the supermarket was in fact owned by the Brent family. As the third youngest member of the family, Brent owns 5% shareholding of the largest supermarket chain in the country.When the shareholder and young owner was injured in his own shop, it was clear that the matter could not be solved by a simple compensation. Not to mention the fact that Brent's manager had more or less heard of Brent's temper after that incident, and he stood in front of Brent in a cold sweat, not knowing what to say for a moment."Who told you to put something as dangerous as glassware up so high and without any protection around it?"Brent's questioning tone was not angry. He had one arm around Elisa, who was sitting on his lap, and the wound on his right arm had been bandaged by Hermosa, but blood was still seeping out. Although it was a superficial wound, it st