Jeslyn remembered the time she woke up with hickeys on her. If she wasn't mistaken, that was two weeks ago. In other words, she's indeed pregnant for that monster?!
"Ahhh!!!" She screamed, throwing the covers off and got out of bed. She caught sight of surgical tools beside her on the bed. She grabbed the scissors and held it with all her might as she made her way out of the room in her white pyjamas.
"Ms. Jeslyn, please wait up, don't—" One of the nurses tried to stop Jeslyn, but another shook her head, stopping anyone from dissuading Jeslyn.
After Jeslyn left the room in a fit of rage, the nurse who prevented the others from stopping Jeslyn said with everyone else looking at her.
"If she manages to kill him, we can leave here."
"And if she gets killed?"
"He won't kill her, I'm sure of that," the second nurse said.
"Bold of you to assume that, hmph!"
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