"You can call me 'Irene,' but more importantly, we must address this situation," Irene stated firmly, her unwavering gaze fixed on Xia Shuiyao's abdomen.
Her voice resonated with urgency and genuine concern, carrying the weight of the impending matter.
Confusion engulfed Xia Shuiyao as she struggled to comprehend Irene's words, her mind grasping for understanding.
Her brows furrowed, and she questioned, her voice tinged with perplexity, "Do you require something from me?" The evident bewilderment in her tone mirrored the chaos in her thoughts.
Following Irene's unwavering gaze, Xia Shuiyao's eyes scanned her own body until they settled upon her belly, where her gaze remained fixated.
Gradually, the puzzle pieces fell into place, and realization washed over Xia Shuiyao like a tidal wave.
Her mind spun in a whirlwind of disbelief and shock, unable to fully absorb the magnitude of what she had just comprehended.
