"Whose child is it?"
"It's none of your concern," Lilith said in an irritated whisper.
Her eyes looked lethargic. All the wounds and cuts in her body, and fighting continuously while carrying a five-month-old child in her belly were taking a toll on her.
Without her saying it, Theodore guessed whose child Lilith was carrying.
He didn't know why she would even want that degenerate vampire to sire her child. He didn't even want to think the reason 'why' because his head hurt just by imagining how that degenerate's child would turn out to be.
Still, he couldn't believe that Lilith was about to make him a murderer of an unborn child. So he scolded her, "What were you even thinking coming here to fight when you are carrying a child?"
