Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

"Dear Klaus, I was trapped in the mouth of a horrible crocodile for days because they thought I was carrying a magical baby, and they even tried me out as a little white mouse. If you think it had nothing to do with you... "Am I not going to confess?" Bailu Yi wasn't an idiot, she rolled her eyes, she seriously despised Klaus' IQ, while Elijah anxiously stared at his younger brother's hand.

Klaus froze. Was this really his seed?

A child, a baby, his child? In his long life, Klaus thought sadly, there had never been a thing that could make him so flustered.

Sophie's eyes filled with tears. "My sister gave her life, and in order to complete the spell she had to confirm that she was pregnant."

Klaus and Elijah turned to look at her, and Sophie continued with her menacing threats. "Because of Jane's sacrifice, the lives of the girl and her child are now up to us. We can keep them safe, and... You can also kill them. "

When Elijah heard the word 'kill' and the direction of their footsteps changed, Klaus' expression became even more ferocious. Before he could even open his mouth, it was time for the witches to do something.

"If you don't help us deal with Marcel, then don't blame me. I'll make your little wolf girl die in maternity clothes."

"Wait!" Elijah quickly stopped her.

"What did you say?" Bai Lu was astonished. She had already completed her mission.

"Enough." Klaus calmed down. This was a threat, they had eaten the guts of a leopard, but there was actually someone who dared to threaten him.

Bai Lu was astonished by the truth. She originally thought that this was a simple deal, but now, it was all because of that damnable half-breed Klaus that threatened her and the child's lives.

Glaring at the heartless man who had nothing to do with her, she had no intention of relying on him, because he seemed to be more unreliable than any witch.

Her child, she would save.

Elijah took hold of Klaus again, and Sophie angered him.

"..." and so on... "Wait a minute, okay?"

Klaus's eyes were red. He hated being threatened, Sophie, whether he cared or not, he wanted her dead, and he didn't care about the little wolf girl and the baby.

"If you want Marcel to die, he will," Eliaka promised Sophie, standing between them.

Klaus looked at Elijah, and put his hand down,

Poirot looked at Elijah. Could this man have killed? No, Elijah certainly would. He was also the ancestor of the vampires, and even the brother of that damned Klaus.

"No," Sophie said, shaking her head at Elijah. "Not yet... We have to carry out our plans, and there are a lot of rules. "

"How dare you order me to frighten me with what you consider to be my weakness?"

He pushed Elijah's hand away, too lazy to continue. Klaus whispered in Elijah's ear, "I've heard enough of these lies. You've had enough, brother. My business is none of your business."

Then Klaus turned to leave.

"Klaus." It came from Elijah's brother.

Elijah called to him, caring, gentle, hypocritical.

Klaus stopped and looked at Elijah. The two brothers looked at each other, Elijah pressing his middle finger to his mouth, his ears perked up. "Listen."

Familiar pulse.

The baby's heart was pounding, and Klaus felt a call in his blood.

In the deepest recesses of his heart a thread was stirred, and Klaus was shocked by the incredible throbbing that rose up from his body. His cold facial lines melted slowly, and he seemed to be tempted to reach out and touch the dew's belly, to feel the warmth, the softness, the wonderful pulsing.

Klaus could sense a baby that was connected to him by blood.

This was the spiritual pulse of the clan support.

Every time, they would rely on their pulse to find their family, and even escape from their father's bloody pursuit.

The pulse of the soul.