C43 (1/2)

Child, will a family born like this be happy?

White Dew doubted it.

For such a terrible man as Klaus to be the father of the child in her womb, White Dew could not believe it.

He would not allow the child to follow her, and Elijah was not to be trifled with. What was to be done? White Dew could sense Klaus's wariness, and he never even gave her a chance to get close to him.

Klaus did not care about what Beryl thought or thought. She was just a vessel with which he had a special connection.

Rebecca had just come back, and she might have realized it, but Klaus had already set restrictions on himself. He had locked himself up, and the wolfwoman was not going to spy on him.

She seemed to be waiting for an answer. She looked into the man's eyes, but he didn't even change his expression. She didn't understand.

”He's not worthy of my Rebecca.” When Klaus saw that his pure eyes were fixated on him, and that his stomach was about to bulge, he opened his mouth.

”No one has ever been worthy of me, Klaus,” Rebecca shouted at Klaus, her perverted brother bringing her more than that. ”You did your best to make sure of that.”

Countless times, for a thousand years, Rebecca's love had died at Klaus' hands.

Rebecca stared at him for a few seconds, as if considering locking the door, but the apologetic softness of his expression reminded her of her other brother.

Elijah, the brother who comforted and even protected her, every time she was hurt by the damned Klaus.

”Where is Elijah?” Resisting her anger, Rebecca faced Klaus again, found Elijah, and left.

Klaus didn't answer. His cell phone rang and he picked it up as if he wanted to leave.

Bailu and Rebecca looked at him together. This guy was simply unbearable.

”Where are you going?” Rebecca couldn't stand the questioning anymore. She looked down at her belly. If she were to have a child like Klaus in the future, it would be better for her to be killed by a witch or be killed by herself.