Sitting restlessly, she slowly sits up, leaning against the back of the sofa, her delicate brows tightly knit, "…When can Old Lagan arrive tomorrow? If Bastian goes on like this, will he..."
She didn't dare to continue, her heart clenched tightly, making it hard to breathe.
"Don't worry..." Seeing her pale face, Liam Yancey immediately got up and walked over to sit beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Although comforting her, his sharp brows were tightly furrowed, "Bastian is the Dragon Beast King; it won't go down easily. It will hold on!"
Saying that, the man stood up and walked heavily out of the secret chamber.
"Where are you going?" Tara Summer called to him, lifting the blanket to get up.
Liam Yancey, hearing the commotion behind him, stopped at the doorway and turned to stop her, "Tara, you're pregnant, rest assured, I'm going to the kitchen to get some ice."
