Miss Darcy was scared to trembling.
She had no idea when Jose had come up behind her.
"You succeeded?" Jose's face was gloomy as he looked at Miss Darcy, "You've already made her infertile?"
Thinking of Jose's previous threat to her, Miss Darcy shook her head frantically in fear, "No, I don't know..."
Seeing her so frightened, Jose couldn't help but chuckle, his laugh cold, "Even if you succeeded, it probably wouldn't matter, because Melody Foster is likely already pregnant. Otherwise, how would you explain her feeling unwell today?"
"She, she might have low blood sugar," Miss Darcy quickly defended.
"Low blood sugar or pregnant, it doesn't matter." Jose suddenly leaned in closer to Miss Darcy, "You should know, I'm aware of everything you've done."
Miss Darcy felt a shiver all over her body.
As Jose drew near, she felt as if the devil was approaching.
