Even at 8 Months Pregnant, My Daughter Kept Smoking, Drinking Beer, and Disappearing at Night, Saying, “I Never Wanted This Baby, and I’m Not Sacrificing My Life for It.” I Thought My Daughter Had Become a Monster. When I Followed Her to an Abandoned Building and Looked Through the Window and Saw What She Was Doing Inside, I Froze in Horror…

Then I heard my daughter’s reply.

“My mother already thinks I’m a monster. Let her keep thinking that. The only thing that matters is that Daniel never finds out who we’re planning to get out of here.”

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CONTINUATION

At that very moment, I heard a child crying inside the room.

My heart pounded violently. Emily was still eight months pregnant. So whose child was crying inside? TrackPregnancy

I hurried around the building, found a side entrance, and stepped into a dimly lit hallway.

Suddenly, I heard Emily’s voice.

“Dr. Susan, please tell me Jamie will be able to walk!”

I approached the doorway.

Inside, a pale little boy with enormous blue eyes sat in a wheelchair. He looked about five years old.

Emily was kneeling in front of him, holding his hands.

“Jamie, remember my promise? I’m going to get you somewhere safe.”