Chapter 950

Despite that, a stubborn and obstinate voice rang out in her heart. "Angeline Severe, do you think you can give up on him?" Her answer was firm and solid. "No, I’ll never give up on him. Never—" Jay sat gloomily on the bed. His stomach problems had recurred. He covered his cramping stomach with one hand as cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. His face was turning abnormally pale. His mysophobia would be triggered almost every day in the past few years, causing him to vomit frequently and weakening his constitution even more. In addition to that, he was on the verge of collapsing as he had not been able to eat well, sleep well, and even had to do physical labor lately. Now that he had fallen into the hands of this she-devil, he knew that he was not going to last. After looking around this unfamiliar yet luxurious room, a self-deprecating smile lifted the corners of his mouth. This seemed to be a good place to die. Angeline pushed the door in and stood in front of him, staring at