Smashing Her Own Feet

Jim's mouth twitched slightly.

"Megan, don't you think too much? Why did she drug the baby?" "Isn't she suffering from recurrent insanity? Maybe she had a relapse again," said Megan.

Jim kept silent and turned to the invisible monitor in the room. Besides the bedroom and bathroom, there were monitors everywhere in his villa. As long as he checked the surveillance video, he would know the truth.

Janice had a good night's sleep. By the way, she was thinking about how to make her baby sick for a long time.

She thought a fracture should be good, and it would take one hundred days for him to recover, so that she could live in Jim's villa all the time.

When she came out of her room, Jim was waiting for her in the hall with a serious expression on his face.

"Morning, Jim. How is the baby? Is he better?" she asked, pretending to care about her child.

"Come and have a seat," Jim said slowly.

Janice came over and sat beside him.