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Anthony was stunned and mute for a long time.

Silently giving without expecting anything in return? Since he had given, why couldn't he ask for a response from the other side? What kind of sense was that? He let go of Chad, took a piece of wet tissue to wipe his hands and coldly replied, "Whether she lovesor not, she can only be my woman. After getting along for a long time, she can always be moved by me. | will make her willingly marry me!" He casually threw away the wet tissue and looked at a guard who was next to him again, "Keep beating and serve this gentleman well." After the command, he turned to leave. Behind him, the harsh sound of whipping cagain soon, accompanied by the sound of lashing the skin, which was appalling.

Anthony had little expression and went out of the dungeon without looking back.

Next day.

At dawn, Lyra woke up by the roar of cars outside the window.

She was still sleepy, so she ignored it, rolled over and went back to sleep.

If it was before, it is impossible for her to sleep in this kind of crunch time.

But pregnancy put a physical burden on her that she can't control.

After another five minutes of sleep, someone was knocking on the door of her room. It was Anthony.

"Lyra, get ready and I'll take you to the dungeon to see Chad." Lyra woke up instantly from doze, sat up from the bed, and asked through the door, "Are you serious?" She was a bit incredulous that he could really let her see Chad so simply? Or did he cup with snew trick? Anthony's tone was light and brisk, and he said with a smile, "Of course it's true. I'll wait for you in the living room downstairs.

Cdown when you're done." Lyra quickly got up and began to freshen up nimbly.

No matter what Anthony wanted, it was always good to see if Chad was safe.

She cdownstairs without makeup. She looked innocent and plain, with a white fur coat.

Anthony was stunned when he saw her.

Tseemed to have turned back. And the simple, lovely and sunny Lyra of seven years ago seemed to have returned to him.

He got up, walked forward and helped her gather her coat, "Let's go." Before leaving, he handed her a hand warmer, "The dungeon is cold and damp. You have to be extra careful in the first few months of pregnancy. Don't get cold.” Lyra gazed at him questioningly and didn't answer.

Anthony smiled, "Don’t worry. | especially picked the one that's non-toxic and harmless to pregnant women." Lyra picked it up.

They got into the car in silence one after the other and went to the dungeon.

The smell of blood in the dungeon was strong. The moisture was also excessive. Lyra resisted the urge to vomit, and silently followed Anthony to a cell in the end of the dungeon.

The small window on the iron door of the cell opened.

Through the door, she saw Chad, who was half-hanging by a rope and bloody.

Chad's entire body had fallen into a semi-conscious state with weak breath.

"Anthony, you're not even human!" Lyra's eyes turned red and she raised her hand to slap him, but he held her wrist steadily.

"Just a few whips. He can't die for now, but you care more about the lapdog around Malcolm than you do about me. It really makes my heart sink!" When he was saying the last few words, he gritted his teeth and his eyes looked shady.

"Lyra, don't think | don't know that you're still figuring out how to steal the serum before the wedding. | won't keep my word if you can't marry me! If you still want to fool me, I'll reward Chad with two bottles of the acid Malcolm splashed on me, and those lynchings, through and through!" He gently let go of Lyra's wrist. Being mindful of the child in her belly, he didn't get angry and shake her wrist off violently, which was rare.

Lyra didn't say a word. Looking at the dying Chad in the cell, she was so heart-ached that made her hard to breathe. She pressed her nails into the palms fiercely to suppress the raging anger inside.

Anthony continued, "It's okay if you want to keep the child, but you must behave yourself and stay in the apartment. Our wedding day is also not allowed to have any troubles. After the wedding, I'll immediately release Chad and send him back to Crana with the serum. This time, | am sincere. " Lyra pursed her lips.

She traded herself for the safety of the baby in her belly and Chad, and the serum.

She wouldn't suffer much loss under such a condition.

"Okay, but you can't torture Chad anymore. To show my sincerity, I'll marry you and behave myself ..." She paused in her speech and offered to remove the emerald ring from her finger. She put the ring in her hand and handed it to Anthony.

This was the only weapon she had to defend herself. She voluntarily surrendered it, which was indeed full of sincerity.

Anthony was very happy, "I' won't beat him. I'll send a doctor over today to apply medicine to him. Then I'll let my men take good care of him. Are you satisfied with this arrangement?" "You better do what you say." "Don't worry." Anthony arched his eyebrows and smiled, thoughtfully taking the temperature of the hand-warmer in her hands, "Let's go. It's too cold in the dungeon. You're pregnant. It's not suitable to stay more." Lyra didn't say anything, looked at Chad twice more and turned to leave.

Once they left, Chad's hands, which had been hanging all night, were finally let down.

His body fell to the ground, and he was awakened by the pain. His arm was somewhat dislocated and he didn't have the strength.

Struggling to sit up, his whole body was once again strength-less and he fell into a semi-consciousness state.

"Sir, are you okay?" "Are you still alive?" "Sir, if you can hear me, can you answer me?" "Sir..." The concerned and unceasing voice cfrom a girl who was in the next cell was. And she was speaking Cranian, the language of Crana, not Swyean.

Chad's consciousness was awakened and he responded with a soft "hmm" sound with his dry throat.

Through a small barred window high up on the wall, the obviously relieved voice of the girl cthrough from the next cell.

"Sir, what big mistake did you make to be imprisoned? Why did they torture you so severely?" Chad lay flat on his back, with his eyes weakly looking up at the dark roof, "I tried to steal something from the palace and got caught. But even if | hadn't done that, animals don't need a reason to bite." The girl sighed, "So, are you okay? Are you hungry? Yesterday the guards delivered food. | secretly hid a steamed bun. If you want to eat, I'll throw it over to you." The dungeon only delivered meals once a day, and if he missed it, he had to starve until the next day.

Chad's gaze moved to the small window which was very high on the wall. From the girl's voice, she should be at the age 0f18 or 19 year-old. Can she throw it over? "No, I'm not hungry. Keep it for yourself." He was a little curious about the girl's initiative to talk, "The sound of beating last night scared you, right? | dare to steal something in the palace. Are you not afraid of me?" "I'm not afraid of you, but last night was really scary and | stayed up all night." She curled up and pressed herself against the wall, holding back her tears, "I've been locked up for a few days. | don't understand Swyean, but last night | heard you talking to that bad guy. It was so hard to meet a Cranian speaker. | was so afraid you'd be killed." If he was really killed, she would be alone again, and there would be no one to talk to her.

Chad smiled, "How did you get locked up here at such a young age? What did you commit?" "I don't know why they lockedup. A few days ago | chere with my dad for a trip. | slept in the hotel, and when | woke up, | was locked up here. When they spoke, | didn't understand.” Chad listened quietly, "What about your dad?" "I don't know. | haven't seen him since | was locked in. | shouted at the door every day for the first few days. No one answered me. He may not be here." Chad didn't say anything and thought carefully for a while.

What happened to this girl sounded like a transnational trafficking case.

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