Chapter 440: Could it be that you haven't thought of a response plan yet?

All they could see was Annie Lawrence coiled into a ball, her face filled with pain. Her hand clutched her belly, and her pristine white dress was dotted with spots of blood.

She raised her head, tear-filled eyes looking at David Benington, crying out in pain: "David, it hurts, my stomach hurts so much."

Beneath her, more and more blood was pooling.

The stark red was a horrifying sight.

David Benington paused for a few seconds; something crossed his mind, making his face darken again.

"Annie Lawrence, do you think I'd believe you now after everything?" There was only disgust in David's eyes. "You never change, even now, you're still trying to play out a drama in front of me."

Cold sweat broke out on Annie Lawrence's forehead, her face was pale as a sheet. She reached out to grab David's trouser leg, trembling as she said, "David, I, I'm not lying. My stomach really... hurts so much."