Crawling Back To Her Series Redemption and Refuse

Chapter 58

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Amelia, trailing closely behind, grew increasingly irate at Michael's concern for me. Pouting and sounding hurt,

she complained: "Michael, what's this about? You rushed over here and now you're calling an ambulance for

her?"

"Do you really care that much? Didn't you say you only loved me? How can you hold her like that?"

Michael ignored Amelia, his eyes locked onas if fearing | might stop breathing at any moment. Frustrated,

Amelia stepped forward and grabbed Michael's hand.

"Michael, snap out of it! I'm the one you love! How can you be so focused on her and disregard my feelings?"

"What does she have that | don't?"

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One of Amelia's bodyguards chimed in: "Exactly, Mr. Jackson. She underwent surgery to look like Amelia, but

she's just a cheap imitation.

Don't let her hurt Amelia's feelings!"

"Right! She had surgery to resemble Amelia just to seduce you. Don't fall for it!"

"Don't let her pathetic act sway you. She brought this on herself! She even said Amelia was her stand-in. She

deserves worse than this!"

As they spoke, Michael's expression darkened.

Finally, he fixed a cold, piercing gaze onand said: "Olivia, don't worry. None of those who hurt you will

escape justice."

His words, though quiet, were clear. Shock registered on everyone's faces.

Amelia frowned: "Michael, you're joking, right?"

Her bodyguards quickly reassured her: "Amelia, Mr. Jackson loves you.

He wouldn't punish us for another woman- he must be joking."

"Yeah, this woman is probably just Mr. Jackson's mistress. He knows her."

"Don't worry, Amelia. Mr. Jackson wouldn't blyou over smistress. He's just humoring her."

Michael ignored them, his attention still on me: "Olivia, don't scare me.

Open your eyes and talk to me."

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He kept calling my name, gently stroking my face.

| felt his body trembling, his voice tinged with fear. | struggled to open my eyes and speak, but only a weak,

raspy sound cout.

Blood continued to spill from my mouth, staining Michael's hands. He recoiled in shock.

Panicked, he cupped my face and asked: "Olivia, what happened to your tongue?"

Unable to respond, | could only look at him. Amelia, seemingly casual, remarked: "She was being stubborn, so |

had someone cut out her tongue."

"Michael, you're not going to blme, are you?"

Michael's eyes turned dark with anger. He slowly turned to Amelia, his gaze cold and menacing.