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Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 348

"Putting all of that aside, that’s still an innocent life." M y tone was as cold as ice.

Cindy’s face lost even more color. "Wanda Lane, your baby's death has nothing to do with me! Why would I use such a cruel way to kill your baby? Besides, if I wanted to harm your baby, I would've done it a long time ago, wouldn't I?"

Bullsh*t!

For that to happen, she would have needed the power t o do so!

Now that she had powerful and famous parents, she could do whatever she wanted to.

She had waited long and hard for this day to arrive.

I did not want to argue with her. I set my gaze on her belly and said menacingly. "Should I let you experience the feeling of having your baby suffocate i n your belly?"

"Wanda Lane!" Cindy's face was filled with fear as she took a few steps back while clutching her belly." You're crazy!"

"I am crazy!” I gritted my teeth as I spat out these words hatefully. "You drove me nuts!"

Cindy was horrified by my deep hatred for her. Her legs were about to give way when Zedd held her up and yelled at me, "Wanda Lane, you need evidence for your claims! What proof do you have that Cindy was the one who did it?"

I scoffed. "Of course, I have evidence. It’s just that I don't plan on showing it to you. As to when I'm going t o expose it, you guys will just have to wait in anticipation."

I said all these on purpose to make Cindy panic. I want her to live with anxiety every day and feel like she was on a guillotine and the blade was about to fall on her head. However, she would not know when the knife would fall and behead her. I wanted to slowly torment her.

Cindy looked at me, terrified. When she was done glaring at me, she looked up and begged Zedd. "She's crazy. Quick, send her to an asylum."

"Why?" I snickered. "Do you think the evidence of your wrongdoings will disappear as soon as I’m sent to a mental asylum, Miss Reed?"

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