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Ninety-Six
Donovan frowned in shock and concern as he quickly squatted down next to the hysterically sobbing Layla in concern. Aurora stood back in shock and incomprehension, one second Layla was standing and shouting at her, the next she’s curled up on the ground screaming bloody murder. “Are you okay? Or do you need medical assistance?” Donovan asked skeptically, not making any further moves to stop her. But Layla wasn’t in the mind to reply, unable to believe exactly how painful it was. When she deliberately hit her stomach against the sharp edge, she knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant, but she hadn't expected the excruciating pain that now radiated through her abdomen. Gasping for breath between sobs, Layla clutched her stomach tightly, unable to form coherent words through the agony that cons
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