Damien appeared expressionless, as cool as he usually was.
Juliet, on the other hand, seemed happy. She looked down at her abdomen, seemingly anticipating their child's birth.
I scoffed sarcastically.
How would Damien have dealt with my unborn child if I hadn't died?
Would Damien have forced me to have an abortion, or would he have ended our child's life personally?
Damien was capable of anything.
He and Juliet turned their gazes toward me simultaneously. Perhaps my laughter had caught their attention. Their eyes displayed a moment of surprise.
Damien approached me with a pale face. "Sophia…"
I frowned. Despite Sofia bearing a slight resemblance to me, it was unlikely for Damien to mistake her for me.
"Who are you?"
Damien took a step back dejectedly after staring at me for a long time.
Clutching my fists, I whispered while walking past Damien, "Crazy people."
