Chapter 103

She hunched over, clutching her belly like she was in serious pain, her voice low and weak. "Oh no... my stomach... it hurts so bad." The moment the assassins got closer and saw Stella curled up by the wall, looking every bit like an about-to-pop pregnant woman, they instinctively slowed down. "Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" one of them asked, voice sharp and suspicious. Stella lifted her head slowly, her face contorted in pain, and replied in a shaky voice, "I-I went out for a walk... but all of a sudden, the pain hit me hard. Can you... help me maybe?" She looked so helpless, voice trembling and pitiful. Under the dim streetlight, the group noticed her swollen "belly" and the way she seemed to be struggling—enough to make them hesitate. "Boss, I think she's pregnant. Probably best if we steer clear," one of them murmured to the leader. The man in charge frowned, clearly not in the mood for extra trouble. "Forget her. Let's go," he muttered, waving a