My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Christ knew that he had slapped Kiki not because he felt sorry for Penny, but more because he could

not see Kiki, who had always been submissive to him, suddenly being so wild in front of him.

But after the slap, Christ regretted it.

He felt as if, with that slap, he had broken something.

It was as if, he had been chasing something so bitterly that, already, it was hard to get, and now with

this slap, he had shattered that something so much that it could never be put back together again.

Christ involuntarily tightened his fingers as he struggled to grasp something, but suddenly didn't know

how to do so.

This slap from Christ was so hard that it made Kiki's mouth bleed from the corner.

Kiki, however, felt no pain, and she continued to smile in a flirtatious and charming way.

This was the man she had loved for half her life!

She gathered the clothes on her body, still cold. If she was cold, she could just put on more clothes, but

if she was cold in her heart, she could not warm up.

Kiki's eyes coolly swept past Christ's body, and suddenly, she fiercely turned around and rushed

towards the outside of the room with quick steps.

Her speed was so fast that Christ's outstretched hand could not grab her wrist.

Christ wanted to call Kiki back, but before he could shout out Kiki's name, Penny flung herself into his

arms in tears, unable to catch her breath.

"Christ, it hurts ......"

Penny was so aggrieved that she kept sobbing like a child who had suffered a great deal of grievances.

She pressed her head against Christ’ chest, “Christ, on what ground can Kiki bully me. I really feel so

bad inside!"

Penny blinked her eyes, crystal clear teardrops dampening Christ's chest.

She thought that since she was crying so hard, Christ would have to comfort her, for he had already

stood up to teach Kiki a lesson for her sake.

Surprisingly, he didn't even stroke her back, soothingly.

He pushed her away, and in his voice, there was not a hint of tenderness, "Penny, get out! Leave me

alone."

"Christ ......"

Penny reluctantly called out Christ's name, but Christ simply pushed the door open and invited Penny

out.

Penny was so hateful that she almost gnashed her teeth, but Christ had already decided to ignore her,

and she could not throw herself into his arms in a petulant manner.

She stomped her foot in hatred and could only leave in frustration.

As Penny had just left, Christ's mobile phone rang.

It was his assistant who called.

Somewhat surprised that his assistant would call at this time, Christ frowned and picked up the phone.

Christ's assistant was a sunny young man, but at this moment, there was a distinct heaviness in his

voice.

"Mr. Birkin, when Miss Hartsell was in prison, someone used your name to commit violence against

her."

Christ's hand was suddenly hard, almost crushing the phone in his hand, "Violence?"

"Right." The special assistant's voice, with obvious regret and a touch of indescribable anger, "Miss

Hartsell endured almost five years of prison violence."

"Her ribs have been broken many times, her tendons have been picked out, and she had committed

suicide no less than ten times, but she had been saved. Probably because of the constant violence she

had been subjected to, Miss Hartsell has a very serious depression."

After a pause, the special assistant continued, "Inside the prison, Miss Hartsell was also forced to have

an abortion. That time was also in the name of you. When the abortion was performed, the doctor did

not give Miss Hartsell anesthetic and, moreover, the method was particularly brutal."

"It is said that Miss Hartsell had an abortion and a haemorrhage and almost died ......"

When the special assistant said this, he couldn't help but mutter in a small voice, "Actually, it would

have been better if Miss Hartsell had died then."

The special assistant really felt that if Kiki had died right then and there, she would not have had to

suffer the remaining years of torture worse than death.

Kiki had suffered so much in prison that he could not tell Christ all her harrowing experiences one by

one.

He just wanted to ask Christ why he could be so cruel as to send his own wife to prison with his own

hands!

Christ did not say anything because at this moment, he really did not know what to say.

"Mr. Birkin, how can you be so cruel to Miss Hartsell?"

Christ was lost in his own thoughts and his special assistant's voice rang on the other end of the phone

again.

Christ smiled bitterly, see, the special assistant who had always obeyed him dared to question him

because of Kiki, this woman Kiki was really crazy!

Christ still did not say a word.

It was true that he didn't let anyone hurt Kiki in prison, but if it wasn't for his words when he sent Kiki to

prison, Kiki, you vicious woman, you deserve to die here!

If it wasn't for this sentence, the people in the prison wouldn't have dared to follow someone else's

orders and torture Kiki like that!

Or rather, if he had cared about Kiki during those five years when she was in prison, the people in

prison would not have dared to be so reckless!

In the final analysis, all of Kiki's suffering was caused by him!

But Kiki, she deserved it! She killed his child!

Christ didn't know what was wrong with him, he had told himself over and over again that Kiki deserved

to die, but when he thought of the torture she had endured in prison, his chest still hurt like a thousand

cuts.

Christ pressed his chest to death and growled at the special assistant on the other end of the phone,

"Keep investigating! I want to know who, in the name of me, ordered the prison staff to commit violence

against Kiki!"

When Freya woke up, Kieran had already gone to the office.

When she thought that last night, she had actually helped Kieran twice more in that way, she wanted to

bury her face inside the blanket and never crawl out again.

Luckily, Kieran got up early today, otherwise, she really didn't know how she should face him.

It was so humiliating, it was so embarrassing!

How could she be so bottomless, so unprincipled!

Only after engaging in moments of self-disgust did Freya slowly get up from the bed, change her

clothes, wash and brush, and get ready for work.

When Freya went to the living room, she was shocked, not expecting Fabian to be sitting on the sofa in

the living room.

Fabian was almost inseparable from Mr. Fitzgerald during the day, shouldn't he be at the company with

Mr. Fitzgerald at this time? Why was he still inside the villa?

Seeing Freya, Fabian put down the melon in his hand and looked at Freya with unparalleled

seriousness.

"Freya, I have something very important that I must talk to you about today."

Accustomed to Fabian's hangdog look, Freya couldn't help but feel nervous as he was suddenly so

solemn, "What is it?"