Chapter 125

In the blink of an eye, as Kaytly closed her eyes, she heard a painful cry, followed by something shattering into pieces. The grip around her neck loosened, allowing fresh air to fill her lungs again. Is the sensation of lacking perspective to breathe genuinely uncomfortable?

Kaytly opened her eyes and saw a trickle of blood slowly flowing down Bonita’s forehead. Behind her, Mrs. Trovica stood with a shocked expression, her hands trembling vigorously.

“Cough, cough? Mrs. Trovica?”

“Kaytly, is everything alright, dear? Is the baby okay?”

In reality, Mrs. Trovica wanted to see if Kaytly could bring Bonita back to consciousness. She was frightened when she arrived at the door and saw the scene inside.

Seeing Kaytly struggling to the point of her face turning red, under the urgent circumstances, Mrs. Trovica grabbed a vase from the table and forcefully struck it down.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I’m fine,” Kaytly touched her neck, feeling like she had