Minutes ago, when Abel got out of the room to get her a glass of water, he stopped at the mansion's lobby. Looking up, he met Marsella's pair of bright crimson eyes on the second floor. She was leaning against the railings, holding a glass of red liquid, which he was certain was pure blood.
"My dearest brother, I heard Ram is barren." Marsella's voice was sexy and pleasant in the ear. Her question would naturally anger anyone, but not Abel, as that was the truth.
"And what is the purpose of this sudden interest, sister?" he asked, intrigued.
"Well, because it seems you are forgetting something very important, brother," Marsella smirked, cocking her head to the side. "Ram might be barren, but you're not an ordinary man. Your blood had healing properties."
Abel chuckled in delight. "Do not worry, she'll be fine."
