My Talented Babies & Genius Wife novel Chapter 975

When they looked at Regina, who had fallen straight to the ground like a corpse, the crowd was shocked.

Although what Regina just said was really outrageous, no one wanted to make a scene. If anything really happened to her, and Quinn strangled her in full view of the public, even if the Turner family was rich and powerful, Quinn would not be able to escape a prison sentence.

Freya wanted Regina to die early, but today is Kiki's funeral, she does not want her to die here and dirty Kiki's grave.

Besides, Regina is still carrying Simon's child in her belly, and she hoped that the child could be fine.

Simon had used his life to protect her Mr. Fitzgerald, and she wanted to keep his only bloodline.

After briefly taking Regina's pulse, Freya quickly took out the acupuncture kit she carried with her and began to give her acupuncture.

Regina's fetal image was unstable and the baby was not doing well. If she continued to toss and turn like this, she would not be able to keep the baby.

After making sure that Regina and her baby would not be seriously affected, Freya quickly dialed the emergency number.

She could give Regina first aid, but she would not care the delicate conditioning, she was afraid that too much contact with Regina would make her sick to her stomach.

The ambulance soon arrived and the farce that Regina's arrival had tossed up was finally brought to a close.

The funeral began, and the large cemetery was left with nothing but a breathtaking mourning.

Quinn kept the posture of hugging the tombstone, as if, he wanted to glue himself to this tombstone, never to be separated again.

In the past few days, Freya's tears had not stopped. She was pregnant and it was inappropriate for her to be too emotional and too sad, but she simply could not control it.

As soon as she thought that Kiki would no longer be in her life for the rest of her life, her heart felt so sad that it was as if she was being attacked inch by inch, and the pain was unbearable.

Jayla also cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. Jaden clutched his sister's hand tightly, comforting her not to feel sad, but in fact his eyes had been red.

On the mountain road some distance away from Kiki's grave, a withered and silent Christ stood motionless, no less mournful than Quinn's.

The pain on his cold, angular, handsome face surged up in layers, and he gripped his heart hard, but the pain continued unabated.

He knew that Kiki was dead, and so was his heart, but he didn't understand why a heart that was already dead would still hurt so much.

It hurt so much that his straight back became hunched, and even, he couldn't even maintain a standing position, and in the end, he could only kneel down on one knee, covering his heart in pain.

The pain spread like a tidal wave, wrapping his entire body, and he opened his mouth in some distress, still unable to breathe.

Kiki was gone, as if, taking away his ability to live, too.

Just when Christ thought he was dying of pain, the ringing of his mobile phone inside his pocket suddenly rang out with glee.

The ringtone he had set was a song sung by Kiki, and listening to that familiar voice, his heart had a silver lining.

As if he had grabbed the last straw, he hastily grabbed the phone, wanting to listen properly to the voice that was imprinted deep in his soul.

It was a call from Evie, asking him to come home for dinner tonight.

Christ hung up the phone as stiffly as a walking corpse, he smiled palely and was just about to throw the phone aside when he received a picture.

A picture of Kiki tied to the edge of a wooden bed.

Right along with this photo came a text message.