Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

White Dew fell silent.

Klaus' expression was one of viciousness, indifference, and sadness. He seemed to be shifting from side to side, staring fixedly at the white dew on his belly.

Bailu Yi felt a little pressured.

Elijah stared at every tiny change in his brother's expression.

For a moment, whether it was White Dew, Sophie, they, or Elijah, thought the man had wavered.

After all, the strength of one's own blood was great.

"Are you done?" Elijah heard Klaus ask him, his voice a little hoarse, like gravel.

Elijah nodded, and he followed Klaus in looking at White Dew, the girl who had given birth to this wonderful baby.

She looked at Klaus, her mouth slightly open. As a natural mother, she naturally felt even more strongly, her face still tinged with a blush of joy and emotion, her honey-orange texture, her round eyes clear and bright, as if she was surprised at this child. Klaus could see that.

The watery eyes were as innocent as a child's, and for a moment Klaus feared that if the child was born, it would be as tempting and delicious as she was.

Mixed Blood Child... Mixed Blood Child? She would be a half-breed!

Klaus grimaced and turned his head to the side, his eyes red and moist, and Elijah knew that his brother seemed to have made a difficult decision.

Bai Lu stared at Klaus in a daze. This fellow, unexpectedly had such a fatal enticement and danger.

The corner of Klaus' mouth rose, and he turned to Sophie, sneering. "Killing her and her child, what the hell do I care?"

Her expression paused at a strange amplitude. Damn it, what did this bastard say?

Damn it, Klaus!

"Who cares? I'm leaving. " Taking advantage of everyone's shock, Bailu Yi also wanted to slip away with that scum.

Klaus didn't want to be threatened, so how could she continue to flirt with him?

However, how could a witch agree to this? White Dew could not walk out at all, she did not have a rope on her, but instead had a spell on her.

She could not leave the manor without Sophie's permission. It was the function of the spell.

Elijah said a few words of consolation to Beru, then turned to Sophie and emphasized the point.

"No one is allowed to touch her. I'll think of something."

The solution, of course, was to take care of his damned neurotic brother.

He had his family in his belly, and Elijah couldn't ignore it. Besides, the child was Klaus' chance to save him.

Sophie nodded and gave him six hours to solve the problem.

Klaus walked quickly, his face gradually filled with anger. It was impossible for Elijah to not catch up with him.

Elijah stood in front of his brother.

"It's a trap, Elijah." His voice was close to breaking point.

He didn't want to get angry. Once he got angry, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Klaus did not believe that Elijah could not see that the purpose of the witches was so obvious that he was no one's tool.

He would not go on as long as Elijah was smart, but this time Elijah was not Elijah at all.

Elijah stubbornly stood his ground. He did not care about the use of witches. He only cared about Klaus' children.

Elijah stepped in front of Klaus again, spreading his arms wide. "No, brother, this is a gift. We must protect her."

Elijah's expression was surprisingly soft. Klaus had not seen it in years.

He looked at his brother.

"It's your chance, and it's ours as well."

Klaus looked back speechlessly. "For what?" Elijah had always been too naive.

Elijah could not have been naive enough to think that with this child he would be a new Klaus, kind and polite, and his brother would not be so simple.

"For a new beginning, for the recovery of everything we have lost," Elijah said, looking deeply at Klaus.

Klaus did not answer. He found it laughable.