Silvester lay on the ground. When he spat the cigarette out of his mouth, a subordinate immediately served him a cup of water to gargle. It was only after Silvester rested for a long time that he finally sighed in relief and felt more comfortable.
“Thomas Mayo! B*stard! I won’t forgive you!”
As the young master of Art Trading Corporation, it was the first time that Silvester had been insulted like that. He could not put up with it no matter what. He had to exact revenge!
Meanwhile, Thomas did not pay Silvester any mind. All his attention was on Emma.
After he sent his wife into the labor room, he waited outside anxiously, pacing back and forth. He hoped that Emma and the baby would be safe. Nothing should happen to them.
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