Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 383: Chapter 382: South Grant’s Dream of Pregnancy

At this moment, a few women in prison uniforms standing beside her said coldly:

"Still acting like a rich young lady, aren’t you? The food’s already decent enough, and you still manage to throw up. Have you even realized what your status is now?"

South Grant ignored them. After she finished vomiting, she took a cup, rinsed her mouth, and stood up to leave.

"We’re talking to you. Are you mute or deaf?"

Those women blocked South Grant’s path.

South Grant looked up at them, "I’m half-blind and half-deaf. I’m normal when I see normal people, but blind and deaf when I see idiots."

South Grant never started trouble, but she was never afraid of it either.

After being retorted by South Grant, the three women wanted to lay hands on her, but seeing the guards outside the cafeteria, they were afraid of being held responsible.

"Just you wait."

After leaving those harsh words, the three women turned away angrily.

After South Grant cleaned her utensils, she went to her designated place to work.

Life remained monotonous like that.

That day, she was in poor condition. In the afternoon, she was frequently drowsy and had no appetite at night, so she skipped dinner and went back.

The place she stayed in was the largest room.

This was no special treatment; she was a murderer, a double murderer, considered extremely dangerous in the prison.

The others housed there were just like her, and the large room was crowded and chaotic.

South Grant was the one being ostracized.

With her stomach upset, she lay back in her place when she returned.

At this time, the others also returned.

The three women who blocked her at noon entered and yanked off South Grant’s blanket.

One of the women seized South Grant’s hair and dragged her off the bed.

South Grant had some skills; she grabbed the woman’s hand and twisted it with such force that she broke her wrist.

The woman screamed in agony, releasing South Grant’s hair.

With the woman’s scream, the others gathered around.

The little martial arts South Grant knew were learned when she was a child, only effective against a limited number of people.

Fists couldn’t fend off four hands, and with so many people joining in, South Grant gradually became passive.

Having eaten little all day, and already being in poor mental condition,

When the hits and blows came, South Grant couldn’t defend herself but wouldn’t be completely pinned down.

She couldn’t beat them but focused on hitting the leader.

This fierceness from South Grant was something they were seeing for the first time.

The commotion alarmed the night-duty prison guards, and when they arrived, they saw a group pulling at South Grant, while South Grant clung tightly to another woman’s throat, her eyes rolling, almost done for.

When the guards arrived, everyone let go, except South Grant, who was still gripping her neck tightly.

The guards couldn’t pull South Grant away; they hit the pressure point in her elbow, making her release her grip.

South Grant was subdued by the guards, but she also fainted during the struggle.

When she woke again, she was lying in the prison-appointed hospital.

Her mind was foggy then, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

The doctor informed her that she was pregnant, over two months along.

How did that feel at that moment?

As if the sky had fallen and the earth had opened beneath her.

This child, she didn’t even know who the father was.

That room, that rough man, that tearing night, was her most painful memory.

(This is South’s dream; in her memory, there is no experience of pregnancy in prison, at least not in her primary personality, but it’s a different story for her alter ego. Baby readers, please make sure to distinguish this~)