Chapter 463 A Wicked Woman

• Calista crossed his arms and squinted at Mirabelle. “If you were to die on my operating table, I'd take responsibility for your life. All these people here can bear witness. I'll take the blame if any issues arise with your health after the check-up. What else are you afraid of? Hmm? Could it be that you're afraid that the child in your belly might actually survive?”
• At this point, Calista seemed to find the situation amusing, a faint laugh escaping her lips. Her starry eyes held a touch of frosty indifference and weariness, inexplicably sending chills down one's spine, making it impossible to hold her gaze.
• Mirabelle's mouth opened and closed in hesitation. She contemplated pretending to be unwell but realized it would only give Calista more reason to take her to the operating room.