Fortune's lips parted as her hand slowly lowered in shock. She never thought that taking her mother's blood could make her go weak.
She wanted to say something but couldn't, especially when Reginald arched an eyebrow at her, waiting to outsmart her.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Drussilla came to stand beside Reginald and asked out of concern. She didn't like Fortune looking downcast sometimes.
"I want your blood," she didn't hesitate to say what she wanted even after her father's warning.
Hilda arrived with a deep frown on her face as she directed her gaze to the little girl whose back was facing her.
Fortune eagerly stretched the glass cup in her mother's direction and Reginald frowned at her.
