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Since I became pregnant, Lionel wouldn't let me use the computer and insisted on taking me for walks downstairs every day. “I've read a lot of pregnancy guides, and you have to listen to me.” I had no choice but to let him have his way. One day while walking, I saw Frank waiting downstairs at the company. When he saw me, he ran over immediately, “Ophelia, I've been looking for you for a long time, and finally found you.” I knew Frank was looking for me, but I didn't expect him to be so persistent, searching for me for a year and a half. Is it because he hasn't met a woman as foolish as me, who quietly stays home as a housewife, so he can't stop thinking about me? Just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky. Lionel stepped in front of me in an instant. “What are you doing here?” Lionel had heard about my divorce and being forced into surrogacy, and had asked me for photos long ago, gritting his teeth and saying he wanted to recognize the scumbag and beat him up to vent my anger. Fran