Dorothy pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Rosalie tied onto a small chair with some strong rope. She couldn't move at all. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with anger and hatred. Her lips were pale, and her face looked distorted.

It was obvious that she wasn't doing well.

Rosalie heard the creaking sound of the door being opened. She slowly raised her head and saw Dorothy entering with a huge belly. She relaxed for a moment but soon came back to her senses. Her bloodshot eyes were cold and filled with jealousy and hatred. "Dorothy, you're as stubborn as a cockroach. I couldn't...