"Save Lillian!"
Lawrence's eyes swept from Amelia's face like an ice blade. "The damn bastard has outlived his due!"
She knew Lawrence could be very ruthless. She still couldn't help quivering now when she saw he killed Leigh's last hope.
She gritted his teeth and yelled at the top of her lung, "Lawrence! You can't do that! He's your son! You're my only man! He's not a bastard!"
"If you don't save him, you'll definitely regret it!"
"I'm your only man?" Lawrence looked gloomy. His eyes were taken over by darkness and there was ridicule on his raised eyebrows.
"Amelia, I caught you and Jimmy in bed! I'm your only man? Have you no shame?"
"I didn't do it, Lawrence! You have to trust me! I didn't sleep with him!"
"Heh!" Lawrence laughed out with hostility surging in his eyes. "I can imagine how filthy you are from in and out... don't try to pretend to be innocent. You made me disgusted."
"Amelia... you are disgusting."
Lawrence’s words were truly hurtful, but Amelia ignored it because all she wanted now was to let Leigh live.
She turned around and grabbed the doctor's hand. Then she begged, "Doctor, please give Leigh blood transfusion, or he'll die! He's only three years old and didn't even have the time to enjoy his life. He can't die like this..."
Then she came up with something. She turned over and said to Lawrence, "Lillian is faking it! She laughed at me after she hit us! She was so proud and rampant! She hadn't been hurt at all! She just wanted to kill me and Leigh! Don't be fooled by her!"
"Lawrence, please don't take Leigh's blood! You'll kill him!"
"Amelia! Both your bastard son and you are beyond remedy!"
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