Chapter 89 Mad Max

Daphne brushed off her husband’s hands from her waist as they stepped inside.

She sat on the sofa and followed him with her eyes. He didn’t know how to speak. Even the way he moved showed restlessness.

“What was she doing here?”

“Baby—”

“What was that doctor doing here?” Daphne repeated.

“I—I d...

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