"She's a cheap slut. You really think she has any shame?"
I didn't give a damn to shame, humiliation, or pain.
I just wanted my baby to survive!
Alice bent down, took a knife, and cut the umbilical cord, holding the baby in her arms.
I had no strength left and begged tearfully, "Please, spare my baby."
Alice smiled and touched the baby's cheek, "What a chubby little boy. So adorable."
I felt relieved and lay down exhausted.
Alice coldly added, "Unfortunately, he's already dead."
I somehow got the strength and sat up in panic.
The baby in Alice's arms had a bloodless face and was no longer breathing.
In an instant, my heart shattered into pieces. I was in despair, and I could hardly breathe.
The people around praised, "Alice, great job! The bitch's bastard would be a jerk when he grew up even if he didn't die."
"We help her get rid of her baby. It's a good deed!"
In the distance, someone shouted, "Mr. Hampton's motorcade has arrived!"
Dozens of luxury cars drove in a grand manner towards the villa.
There were Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and Range Rovers... Almost the whole street was filled with cars.
Hundreds of bodyguards jumped off the truck leading the way and cordoned off both sides of the road.