"Alright, Mr. Sherwood."
Suddenly, Millie turned pale, clutching her stomach, "Ow... my stomach hurts so much..."
Murray remained expressionless.
He didn't move, and Sadie didn't dare to either.
By now, Millie had slumped to the floor, cold sweat beginning to form on her forehead.
She reached out, desperately grabbing at the man's trouser leg, her eyes pleading, "Murray, please save me, save our baby. My stomach... it's killing me..."
Sadie couldn't stand it any longer, "Mr. Sherwood, Ms. Millie doesn't seem to be faking it..."
The cold sweat had soaked her thin nightgown, and Millie's face twisted in agony.
Murray dropped a "Deal with it" and left.
Sadie felt like the unluckiest person in the world!
The life of a working stiff is just damn hard!
...
At four in the morning, an ambulance took Millie from the mansion.
The hospital they sent her to was the same one where Beverley was staying.
Beverley woke up to a call from Sadie, talking about a huge fight at the house between Millie and Murray; Murray wanted her gone, but she refused to leave.
It seemed pretty serious this time.
Beverley, concerned for the child, immediately went to Millie's hospital room.
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