Love Unspoken

Chapter 1340

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Chapter 1340 As soon as she finished talking, Freya dropped to her knees, and Getty's grin froze.

Freya slammed her head on the ground in front of Getty. "Getty, I'm sorry. I apologize. Please forgive me." Her kneeling was so smooth that Getty was momentarily stunned. And the ease with which she knelt made Getty suddenly feel that this act of kneeling wasn't very satisfying.

What she wanted wasn't Freya's kneeling apology; she wanted to see Freya struggle in humiliation, to see her dignity trampled underfoot.

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But now Freya acted as if she had long discarded her dignity. She didn't show Getty any expression of humiliation, making Getty displeased.

Freya was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at Getty. "Can you give Peanut back tonow?" Getty was fuming. Not only did she not feel relieved, but she was even angrier.

She snapped, "What are you talking about?" Freya's face changed. "Didn't you say if I knelt and apologized, you would give Peanut back to me?" "Did I say that? Freya, don't slander me. How could your son be with me? I thought you cto apologize today, but it turns out you cto slander me?" Getty said, feeling boring and turning to leave. Freya lunged forward and grabbed her leg. "Don't go! Giveback my child!" Getty shuddered and looked down at Freya with disgust. "Let go of me!" "No! Giveback my child, and I'll let go. I've apologized and knelt. What more do you want?" Freya asked anxiously.

Getty, barely containing her anger, gritted her teeth and said, "I've already told you, your child is not with me. If you don't let go, don't blme for being rude." Freya, with red eyes, clung to Getty, her eyes filled with determination and stubbornness. "I know it's you. If you don't giveback my child, I won't let go even if I die." "You're a lunatic," Getty cursed, scared by her nearly crazed appearance. After shaking her off twice without success, Getty said to the security guards nearby, "Pull her off me!" Two security guards stepped forward to pull Freya away, but Freya clung to Getty like an octopus. When the guards tried to pry her fingers off, she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Even the security guards were a bit shocked. Her fingers were bent to the point of breaking, yet she still wouldn't let go.

Getty was right; Freya seemed to have gone mad.

"Are you all idiots? Pull her offnow!" Getty snapped, furious as Freya's nails were digging painfully into her leg.

The bodyguard, steeling himself, grabbed Freya's index finger and pulled it back. A crisp sound of breaking bones and a painful scream rang out simultaneously. Freya finally let go.

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Getty, now free, quickly ran into the house.

Getty pointed at Freya and shouted angrily, "Bitch! Beat her! Beat her to death!"

Freya still tried to get up and grab Getty. Desperate, she believed that as long as she held onto Getty, she had a chance to get her son back.

But as soon as she got up, she was kicked back to the ground by then security guards, greeted by punches and kicks.

She struggled, pathetically crawled on the ground, and stretched out her hand, wishing/it could grow ten meters long to grab Getty. "Getty... giveback my child..." Freya said with difficulty.

Getty didn't bother with Freya and turned to leave.

Freya stared at her back, struggling even more frantically, using all her strength to crawl towards the door.

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