"Regarding my daughter, I'll be taking her back to my hometown soon. You can forget about her."I glanced around the room. Once I completed my postpartum recovery, there'd be no need for me to return here ever again."Becca, even after giving birth, you're still planning to leave?" Stanley's voice trembled. "It's my fault. I'm the one who deserves to die. Please, Becca, don't leave!"The moment he heard I was leaving, he jumped to his feet and started slapping himself. Hard. Within seconds, his face turned red, his lips split, and blood trickled down his chin. Watching this display, I couldn't help but be impressed. 'What a lunatic,' I thought."Enough of this pathetic act," I said sharply, cutting him off mid-slap. "It's ruining my mood. And besides, I've spent all your money already. Here's a deal: go out and make some more. If you can impress me, maybe—just maybe—I won't leave."Hearing this, Stanley's expression shifted. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, and he nodd
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