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“Oh, Daphne. I think you might still be pregnant even after the collar shock!” Tears prickled Bridget's eyes. “Your baby might still be hanging in there!”

“It d-does not matter.” Daphne's voice came out hoarsely. “We are still going to die on the fourth day anyway.”

“By the gods! Your child!” Bridget got up and hurried out of the dungeon. She rushed to her bedroom and lifted her herbs bag to her s