Chapter 859 Are You Cutting Ties With Me

• If she hadn’t opened the bedroom door, it would’ve been fine. But once she did, she saw the biggest room had already been turned into a war zone by Patrick and Miranda—nowhere to place a foot. They hadn’t even cracked a window. The second she stepped in, a heavy stench of bodies—men, women, and fluids—hit her, damp and sour, a mix of bodily discharge and mildew that made her clap a hand over her mouth and gag.
• Miranda drifted up behind her like a ghost. Seeing Avery on the verge of throwing up but holding it back, Miranda’s eyes locked on her, and she hurried close to ask, “What’s wrong with you? Are you pregnant?”
• Avery swallowed down the nausea. “Whatever you two do in here in broad daylight is none of my business, and I can’t control you. But at least open a window when you’re done. You seriously don’t smell that?”