Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250

"I just want a baby. What's wrong with that?” Corentin’s face was close, looking crazed and twisted.

"Someone has to pay the price for this.”

Shaking off her hand, he turned and left the ward.

"Corentin! Corentin! You can't do this!” Ashlynn got off the bed and went after him. After running

after Corentin’s ruthless silhouette, she wanted to rush up to him but was stopped by his

subordinates. “Corentin, you can't be so inhumane! Corentin, please let Chichi go... If you dare to do

that, I will never forgive you!”

Corentin ignored her and disappeared down the corridor without looking back.

When Ashlynn dragged her tired body back to the mansion, she could not see Chichi.

“Chichi? Chichi?” Ashlynn grabbed the maid and asked, “Did you see Chichi? Did you see it?”

The maid shook her head again and again.

Ashlynn went everywhere to find Chichi, and the more she searched, the more frightened she

became.

Would Corentin really do that to her dog?

She ran back here with only a sliver of hope. Would she lose that as well?

Ashlynn ran to the mansion again and asked everyone she met if they had seen Chichi.

The answer was always no.

Ashlynn went to the crocodile river, stood on the cliff, and looked down

She saw nothing.

If Chichi was thrown into the crocodile river, would she really be able to save it in time?”

Ashlynn had used up all her strength, and she passed out on the cliff.

When she woke up, she found herself in the room of the mansion.

The servants had brought her back.

She had not found Chichi yet!

Ashlynn did not want to be here for another second.

She wanted to leave with her weak body but saw Meredith at the door.

Ashlynn ducked, trying to get past her, but she did not notice Meredith's outstretched foot and

tripped over.

"What..."

Meredith was surprised. “Are you okay? Your complexion is really bad. Should I send you to the

hospital?”

Ashlynn regained her strength, stood up, and walked step by step to the car that brought her there.

Meredith said behind her back, “You come from the slums, and yet you think you can compete with

someone like me. How ridiculous.”

Ashlynn got in the car and returned to the mansion, sitting on the sofa in the room with tears in her

eyes.

She called Corentin.

No one picked up the phone.

No matter how many times she called, he did not pick up the phone.

“Salvatore, go to hell!” Ashlynn broke down.

In the middle of the night, Corentin was drinking in the bar, and his men did not dare to enter for

fear of disturbing him.

Only Paul and Owen went in.

The wine bottles on the coffee table had been emptied, and two more bottles fell on the ground.

Corentin was in a terrible state.

Paul stepped forward to talk to him. “Mr. Lloyd, I would advise you not to drink excessively. As for

the child... I express my condolences.”

Corentin raised his eyes sharply. He looked terrifying. “Your condolences? Paul, do you think I

should be the one mourning?”

Owen lowered his head, feeling guilty. “Mr. Lloyd, it was my fault. I shouldn't have let my guard

down and let others take advantage of it.”