Chapter 520 Our Child Was Back (1/2)

In the evening, Zac came back to the villa by the lake. This was the first time he had come here since his car accident.

He looked gaunt and painful. He leaned on the sofa for a long time without moving.

However, on the contrary, Leila's good mood was not only because of the death of Dot, but also because of Essie's illness. Nobody could shake her son's position as the eldest grandson of the Rong family, and nobody could compete with her for Zac. Then she would be the hostess in the future.

”Zac, I've heard the child that you and Essie's. I'm sure you will be fine. Don't be too sad. I'm sure to give birth to a baby for you.” Leila held his hand and put it on her belly.

Zac cast a meaningful glance at her. ”It's late. Go to bed early.” Then he withdrew his hand, stood up and went upstairs. He was not in the mood to talk to her at all.

Leila stared at his back with vicious eyes. No woman could ever give birth to a baby for you, except me. No one dares to dream of marrying you because of this baby. I will let her and her son both die.

She went back to upstairs and wanted to enter his room, but she couldn't open the door, so she had to go back to her own room.

It was late at night.

Leila lay down on the bed and was about to sleep when she suddenly heard a child's cry outside the window. The sound was intermittent, faint and mist, like a ghost, making people's hair creep.

She couldn't help but shiver, and a chill rose from the bottom of her feet and slowly spread along her spine.

There was only one house in the villa. There was no other houses for five miles around, and it was a garden outside the window. No children would come.

She jumped off the bed, opened the window and looked outside.

The garden was pitch black with dense tree branches and flowers like the skull's claws stretched out in disorder. The cold wind blew, and the flower branches trembled slightly. Leila seemed to see a small figure passing through the flower tree and disappeared.

With a panic, she closed the window and drew the curtain.

Then the cry of the child vanished.

She took a breath and lay back on the bed. When she was about to close her eyes and go to sleep, the crying sound came to her ears again. It sounded buzz and gloomy. But this time, it was not from the window, but from the outside. It was as if it from the garden to the room, floating on the corridor.

Leila got goose bumps all over her body. She jumped out of bed again and opened the door. In the empty corridor, there was not a single soul. The light of incandescent lamp cast on the floor coldly and indifferently.