Chapter 193: Dealing with Elin and Her Mother

As Damon spoke, his grip tightened, making Elin's jawbone creak. Her face contorted in pain. “No... let me… explain…” “Explain!?” Damon threw Elin aside harshly and stood up. “Your biggest mistake was thinking you could manipulate me! Jack, take them to the police station and hand over all the evidence to the authorities.” “Yes, sir,” Jack nodded. Elin finally realized the gravity of the situation and desperately grabbed at Damon’s pant leg. “No! Damon! I’m carrying your child! How can you send me and our baby to prison?!” Elin had spent her childhood in juvenile detention and had firsthand knowledge of what it was like in a women’s prison. She was terrified of what she would face there. But Damon’s response was a cold kick to her chest, knocking the wind out of her: “If she keeps making noise, cut out her tongue. The evidence is clear—we don’t need her to confess.” Elin shuddered violently at his words, clutching her chest in disbelief. She felt as though she had never trul