Chapter 1189
Mable opened her eyes and fell into mysterious depths.
All her awareness was instantly imprisoned. Her gaze was unfocused, and she lost herself.
Wilbur stared fixedly into Mable's eyes, a wicked smile curling on his lips. "Tell me your name."
"Mable…"
Wilbur asked again, "Mable, tell me. What do you care about the most?"
"The thing… I care about the most is the child..."
Mable's gaze remained vacant, like a lifeless puppet. Whatever he asked, she responded.
"Who is the father of the child?"
"The father… of the child is Blair…"
"Who is Blair?" Wilbur's questions continued one after another.
"Blair… is the CEO of the Fowler Enterprise...”
"Who is Blair to you?" Wilbur continued to ask.
"Blair is my husband… My love—"
Mable's words suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat, preventing her from speaking.
Wilbur narrowed his eyes, his dark gaze bottomless. "Who is Blair to you? A lover?"
The word "lover" caused a struggle to flash in Mable's lifeless ey

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