Jason looked at Jennifer in shock, as she continued to lick the blood from her lips.
Have a son with my blood?
Name him 'Jason'?
Beat him three times a day?
And not feed him?
Even when she had died in front of him for the first time, Jason hadn't been as surprised as he was now.
Jason wouldn't doubt Jennifer's words.
Although she was mentally ill, Jason believed that with her capabilities, it shouldn't be too difficult for her to "do" such a thing.
Noticing Jason's astonished gaze, Jennifer, with a face full of resentment, suddenly revealed a smile full of maternal brilliance. While caressing her flat stomach, she lowered her head and said, "Baby, if daddy doesn't come, you'll be born, but if daddy comes, you have to wait a little longer, okay?"
Jennifer chose a new personality again.
It must be that of a mother.
Hearing Jennifer's words, Jason felt a tingling in his scalp and was about to say something.
But at that moment, Jennifer looked up.
