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Chapter 136: The Call to Her Sister

작가: Emel Emerald
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-08-30 16:47:27
Blackwood Hall days were restrictive, but for the first time in years, something of hers was being withheld from her that was akin to light to her.

Her feet no longer fell behind. Her eyes, though still watchful, also began to glimmer with inward light's soft radiance, She smiled in the deserted corridors of the house where no eye greets her, smiled at the sunbeams peeping through the curtains, smiled at the quiver in her belly, which is not yet movement, yet promise.

She knew why it had happened. She recalled the horrid night with Harrison bullying her to this day, shame on her soul — but the child she had produced was gentle, not marred by cruelty. She was a mother for having borne a child, and the knowledge filled her with so much joy that she was frightened.

And joy, with longing.

She could no longer hold it in.

Groaning noises on the top floor, Samuel's who peered over doorways down distant corridors to his mates, smoke-filled house, Leya slipped unnoticed down the serva
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