"Are you sure you want to get rid of it?" Owen Cheng’s voice was very soft.
I knelt in silence and nodded at him, but didn’t dare speak—afraid he’d feel guilty at this moment.
Owen Cheng’s anger exploded. "Good! Very good! Now I’ll arrange the surgery for you!"
Bang—the door slammed shut behind him. My heart tightened, with no sense of relief at all.
Owen Cheng moved quickly. The doctors soon told me to head to the operating room. As I walked with them toward the door, Owen Cheng stood there with a cold face, staring at me sharply. His expression was complicated, but he didn’t say a word.
Suddenly I walked over to him. A slight flicker of movement crossed his eyes—even a hint of excitement. But before he could speak, I said coldly: "After the surgery, can you let me go?"
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