The Unborn Must Die

Madam He was obviously prepared. The maids and old servants she brought with her were all tall and strong. In normal times, she might be able to get out of the situation with her skills, but now, she had no weapons in her hands and was physically inconvenient. She was completely unsure if she could get out of the hands of these maid-servants.

"Hurry up." Madam He urged sharply.

"Yes, Matriarch." After the maids and old women got the order, they swarmed up. Two maids held her left and right arms. One woman pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth. The other woman scooped up a spoonful of porridge, wanting to dump the porridge into her mouth.