All too late for his love

Chapter 162

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Chapter 162 Willow was so shocked that she nearly collapsed to the ground. Even with her hands pressing against the wall in front of her, she still couldn't quite steady herself.

The child inside Nicola's belly was Silas'.

She couldn't understand why these men were so heartless.

Zayn was like that, and so was Silas.

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However, it was conflicting for her because they weren't truly heartless.

It's just that Silas' heart belonged to Sylvia, while Zayn's belonged to Skyler.

"Satisfy me, Willow," Zayn's tone was cold and impatient. "Or else, Nicola will rot in prison!" Without waiting for her response, Zayn had already walked into the room. Willow numbly followed him in. The door had been fixed by someone Kenan had sent. She gently touched it, and it was tightly shut.

The living room was not small, but standing stiffly in front of Zayn, Willow still felt suffocated.

She didn't want to beg Zayn, and she didn't want to let him trample on her dignity again. But she also didn't want Nicola to spend 15 years in that sunless hell.

Nicola had lost her child and her chance for bail. Now, only Zayn's testimony could save her.

Trembling, Willow approached Zayn. Her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, After all, she felt like she was almost a dead person, and she was already covered in filth. It didn't seem to matter if she buried herself deeper in it.

Seeing Willow standing there motionless, Zayn's face was filled with impatience.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he commanded emotionlessly, "Strip!" Upon hearing Zayn's voice, Willow's body trembled uncontrollably once again. In the end, she reached out and slowly began to remove her coat.

After running around outside for so long, the wounds on her back had reopened, and blood had seeped into the fabric of her coat.

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As she peeled it off, a searing pain shot through her. But compared to the pain in her stomach, it was nothing worth mentioning.

She fought back the urge to hunch over and cradle her stomach to ease the pain, and continued to painfully remove her clothes.

In truth, she wanted to say to Zayn, “Zayn, my stomach really hurts. Can I go take smedicine first?" But she knew he wouldn't agree, so she didn't humiliate herself further.

As her garments fell away, she stood.

stiffly in the living room. She feltm rooms utterly embarrassed, as if she was going through the walk of shame.

Before she could even embrace her own body for warmth, she heard his voice, blood-curdling as if it cfrom hell itself. "Willow, kneel down! Beg me........ Chapter 163 X

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