Help our unborn child.
Those words penetrated through the stilled atmosphere along with Irene's choked sobs.
''W-What did you say?!'' Elyan looked back at the fallen Irene, almost screeching on the spot with complete astonishment. Irene was pregnant? And with his child at that?
''Y-Yes, Elyan.'' Irene nodded with her tears and sobs, still on the cold ground with her hands on her lower belly. ''This is our unborn child, Eli.'' She called Elyan by his childhood name.
She then turned her gaze to the blank Iona with laid emphasis. ''Our unborn child.''
If one could notice, her voice held hints of smugness and sense of accomplishment, and indeed, someone noticed from afar. On the other hand, Elyan was too stunned to speak with his astonished eyes on Irene, and Iona was just....blank.
Her mind completely blanked out after those words.
