Seeing that Mariella only nodded her head without speaking, Duke Fez carefully combed the baby's hair while poking some of her disobedient hair.
"Do you hear me, Bel? Promise me you will depend on me and tell me everything if you feel uncomfortable or something, okay?"
This time, Mariella finally answered.
"Hum...okay, dad. I'll tell you if I'm scared...or...if I have...a nightmare."
Mariella already found it difficult to speak because her eyelids were so heavy that she only wanted to sleep right away.
Her body seemed to be empty of any energy, even when she ate breakfast just a few minutes ago.
This state is obviously a sign that the poison was working well and her death was near.
Just speaking a few words seemed to drain her energy.
Mariella let out a sigh and directly sat on Duke Fez's lap. She slowly put her head on the man's chest and hugged the man's waist with her tiny limbs.
