"Let me understand this correctly. You mean the child inside belongs to Lord Ryver? And his wife is also dead, leaving the child all alone after the servants looted the manor and ran away?" Herschel asked, wiping his hands with a dry towel, his eyes on Iva, who had her hands on her knees, her palm covering her face.
Iva nodded with a tired sigh. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was on her way to kill the man, and now she was also saving his daughter. It was as if a supernatural being was playing some kind of cruel joke on her. She was torn between leaving the girl and pretending she had witnessed nothing. Maybe it was the father's price to pay for killing others just because they were different. Iva had thought about this the previous night, but then the little girl had done nothing wrong, obviously she wasn't even aware of her father's deeds. Iva exhaled softly, shaking her head in frustration.
