After her failed appeal, Madeline was forced to accept this absurd disaster.
Three years.
She laughed bitterly.
It was still unknown whether she could live until the day her child was born.
Madeline did not tell the officer about her pregnancy. She did not forget how she was so badly beaten when she told them.
However, her nightmare was still here. That night, Madeline was beaten up by a gang of bald prisoners.
Madeline did not have any energy to fight back. In addition to that, she was also being tortured by her tumor. She started trembling in pain.
She had no choice but to curl herself into a ball to prevent them from kicking her stomach.
This kind of situation would happen occasionally. Fortunately, they did not hit her stomach.
Madeline reported about this a few times, but nothing happened.
Every hopeless night, Madeline gritted her teeth in pain. She only managed to survive after thinking about the life that she was nurturing in her stomach.
‘Jeremy, you’re so cruel.
‘I fantasized about you being as happy as me when we finally met again. However, I was the only one who was obsessed with this for 12 years.’
Even though Daniel asked someone to send her some medication to soothe the pain in her body, Madeline still felt her body getting weaker. There were a few times she felt like she was unable to hold on anymore, but her nurturing the child was the only thing that lit up her grey world.
Her child was almost ten months old. Since she was near her due date, Madeline had an even stronger intention to stay alive.
Thunder crashed on the night of the early summer.
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