The farce ended with the appearance of Lauretta Bender. He walked out of the door on the second floor, looked at the farce below, his eyes darkened, but then eased back.

Jack had already turned his head away one step earlier, looking intently at Naibu in his arms, his white fingers pondering his dull face, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was planning in his heart.

Lauretta Bender rubbed the space between her brows, and with a casual move, several people brought up three chair-like machines, brought up some machines one after another, and assembled them after a while.

Seeing that, Emma took a step back unconsciously, and the painful and unbearable memories of the past flooded in like a tide, which almost made her unable to bear it.

But Lauretta Bender refused to let her go. After tying up the three of them, she handed the remote control to Emma. Emma stared at the remote control in her hand, and quickly glanced at it of three people.

It's the three from the game just now

When they saw Emma, ​​they were stunned for a moment and then cursed. Of course, some begged her to let them go, but now Emma couldn't listen to anything. She looked at the man who was seriously injured but kept silent Allen, who looked at her, twitched the corner of his mouth, just about to say something.

Allen spoke suddenly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Miss Woods, please go to hell with me."

Emma pressed the button silently, and the insults that surrounded her ears suddenly turned into screams. Emma stood aside indifferently, and then threw the remote control on Lauretta Bender, turning around When she turned around, she saw that everyone's expressions were indifferent, as if she was used to such a scene.

Emma hooked the corners of her mouth, her smile was a bit bitter, she turned and left the hall, when she walked out the door, she turned her head and glanced at Allen lying on the chair, and said softly, "Yes."

Yes, I will go to hell, but not now, I will live until I see her again - my angel, Emily.

Emily is preparing an abortion for a pregnant woman. Abortion was illegal in that era, so almost no doctors would choose this path.

Except Emily, who is at the end of the road.

I don't know when it started, the number of patients is getting less and less, and her clinic is starting to make ends meet. In order to survive, she has no choice but to choose this road. Although it is very dangerous, the road is full of thorns, and she will be injured if she is not careful. She has nowhere to go, so she has no choice but to do this, otherwise...

She couldn't wait until Emma came back.

The location was chosen in a simple house. Although Emily didn't like this place very much, she couldn't help it because it was chosen by a guest.

The operation was halfway through. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a man's yelling and scolding. Emily took a quick glance at the window through the gap of holding the tools—five or six times. A man with a weapon in his hand.

Emily suppressed her panic and picked up the scalpel to continue the operation. She thought: Now I can only pray that the door will be stronger.

The woman's expression was terrified, and Emily probably understood that the visitors might be her family members, and she came here secretly without telling them.

Downstairs had already started banging on the door, and Emily speeded up, but sooner or later something would happen.

Sure enough, when the door was broken open, Emily's hand trembled and cut an artery, blood gushed out, splashed on Emily's clothes, and even stained some on her face.

Emily had already heard their footsteps. She glanced at the woman, gritted her teeth, ignored her begging, and ran out through the back door without hesitation. When the man's roar came from behind, she knew .

She is finished.

The author has something to say: Emily has appeared, this is a foreshadowing, Emily will go to the manor soon.

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