Chapter One
The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song. Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species. "You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened. "There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big." "Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here." Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound. Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight." "They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?" Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing. "Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales." The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's. "We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now." But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror. "Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?" He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years." "What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer. "They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here." A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below. Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea." The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers. Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.
Chapter Two
The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory. "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines. Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that." "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean." "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned." The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago. "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human. "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors. "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual." "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words. "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented." The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful. "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through." Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place. "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples. Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special." The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her. "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?" Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain. "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people." Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong." As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here." The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."
Chapter Three
The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning. "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day." "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident. "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..." "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals." Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin. "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power. "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her. Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured." "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response. "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms." "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?" The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father." "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers." Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes. "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us." "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time." The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold. "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal. "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time." Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening. "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight." "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother." As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed. "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do." The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.
Chapter Four
The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it. "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will." Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab." Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything." "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm." An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned. "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself." Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls. "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride." "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock. "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was." Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos." The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?" Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them. "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors." Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature. "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is." She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique. The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury. "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!" "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either." Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate. But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!" The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle. "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones." As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear. In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-" But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined. And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.
Chapter 1
The cold scalpel slashed gently through her abdomen, and the red blood flowed out like a fountain. The pain was so great that Molly Jenkins sucked in a sharp breath, clenched her fists, and her joints were already red. She could only try to raise her head, clench her teeth, and desperately suppress the despair in her head.
The child ......
As her consciousness faded, Molly felt as if she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to struggle. Her child became the only obsession in her mind.
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Without thinking, Molly reached out and grabbed the calf. Even though it was just a light grip, that simple action took all her strength, her arms, legs, and even her teeth were trembling slightly. The cold sweat on her forehead couldn't stop sliding down, and her face was already bloodless. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but smile slightly, because she held her baby's leg.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she was just about to show a full smile when she instantly felt her entire body plummet downward, and before she could fully grasp it, her thigh was forced to let go of her calf.
No!
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The sea rushed in, and she felt like she was suffocating. In that moment, she felt the fear of death.
Unable to breathe!
She kept slapping the water as if she wanted to swim up, but she didn't have the strength to make the initial struggle. Her flailing arms and legs became weaker and weaker, and her body sank uncontrollably.
WavsH thizsi howz rshFe jwaós goiTngh tnoH diOe?
It's not so bad ......
Despair caused Molly to slowly close her distended eyes and let herself sink to the bottom of the sea. At that moment, a childish voice rang in her ears.
"Mommy!"
C,l$oSsCeód Ye)ye's dsud(d(enlya FopYendejd, Éblin(din,g érteLd lViSght win jfronktS Mosfu fh$eSrQ XeyesJ stLuéng óher, h'erU ZnwoKse ,is, ht$hUeQ pXunwgtewn*t Rsm*eslzlÉ of XdisMinXfeFcytanvtF, aGbTdqomiLnpaOl pAaivn.
"I'm awake."
A magnetic voice rang in Molly's ears, she didn't shut up, she knew who it was, but didn't want to pay attention to him. She had lost faith in him a long time ago.
"Where's my baby?"
AIt theL zm'o,ments,t ZMollHy's mLasinx c.oWnócXerÉnZ HwasL JhLery bb_aby.
The man standing next to the hospital bed was Molly's husband, Ethan Davis, who wore a bloodstained uniform with two gold bars and three stars on his shoulders, a sign of his status in the workplace.
Ethan looks remarkably calm, but his face doesn't look good, and when Molly was unconscious, he kept a serious expression on his face, his mouth pursed, his brow furrowed, and an occasional flash of sadness in his eyes.
Thirty-year-old Ethan was a young officer, to have such an honor at this age, as much as he fought hard for it. In front of the enemy, he never wanted to have a trace of pity, his tenderness, all given to his comrades, as well as his wife Molly.
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The baby?
Even Ethan's eyes flashed with pain.
Chapter 2
“I'm sorry, kid... the baby couldn't be saved.” Ethan Davis usually answered questions with unwavering certainty, but this time he hesitated as if he were grappling with an unanswerable dilemma.
Not saved?
Molly Jenkins’ mouth moved, and her already pale face drained of what little color it had left.
“WghFy diKdn’t you cslaver Vthne' batb,y? Wshqy d$iSd_n’(t Tyoui jsavÉeD thPe bab!yH?I”q
Her eyes were bloodshot, and even though she hadn’t done anything—just lying there in bed, staring blankly at the red wall—her lips continued to murmur. Yet, the tears that flowed unbidden from her reddened eyes pierced through Ethan’s heart, a man wearied by life.
“Molly, the baby…”
“Why didn’t you save the baby?” Molly Jenkins cried out, as if Ethan's words had cut deep into her heart, overshadowing her physical pain. She turned her head sharply, wide eyes now fixed on him, tears streaming down her nose and cheeks, dripping onto the pristine red pillow.
“I$tM .wasm UhisT Gbaby!x”
She could have lived, entirely because of her child. It was her child that saved her, her pleas centered around that little one, her desperate cries for her child! Molly gripped the bedsheet tightly, her legs trembling as if trembling with fear or the agony clenching her heart.
“The doctors could save me.” Ethan could no longer hold back, reaching out to grasp Molly’s icy calf. “Molly, they can have children.”
“No, I don’t understand!” Molly wanted to break free from Ethan’s grip, but she ultimately could not escape. As she met her husband's calm gaze, the once fierce fire of her anger was extinguished like a flame doused with cold water.
“IT’qll ^go;r Éh!eW’sg tizrMed.R”g
In that moment, Molly felt stripped of her desire to protest, uncertain about what expression to wear when facing the man she had spent her youth with—now feeling painfully foreign.
“Molly, I’m not angry at you.” Ethan couldn’t bear to see her silent dismay; he would have preferred her to shout in anger.
The eyes that had once drawn him in so completely now glimmered with no light at all.
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Silence enveloped them, heavy and oppressive.
Ethan looked at the closed eyes of Molly, refusing to meet his gaze. He, a man usually held in high esteem, felt awkward and helpless.
Even though they were married, a part of him still didn’t fully trust her. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.
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And it was all his fault!
“I should rest; he’ll come to see me later,” Ethan said, recognizing that Molly didn’t want to be around him. He figured it was best to step out of the room anyway, only to be met with complete silence from her, which left him feeling a bit deflated.
With a heavy sigh, Ethan stood up to leave. As he reached the door, he was about to close it when a rough voice broke the stillness of the empty hospital room.
“Do Xyonu* sknow &w.hoX GhDivt hbismc?”
“Ethan, the one I held dearly in my heart, the dearly beloved flesh of my flesh, my devoted sister, Grace Davis.”
As those hoarse words spilled from Molly’s lips, her body trembled involuntarily.
Chapter 3
The moment the vehicles collided, Molly Jenkins felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, followed by a slow trickle of liquid down her leg. With difficulty, she looked up and saw Grace Davis in the other car.
Grace's smile was as wide as a demon's, and it stabbed at Molly's heart. She'd always thought she didn't care, but she'd never make such a desperate choice for herself.
"You know what? I was in so much pain." Her tears came to her eyes once more.
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"Do you know how much pain I was in?"
At those words, Ethan Davis shook instinctively, his hand almost slipping off the door handle. He looked up, trying to stare at his wife, but Grace had already turned her head, her eyes calm and unmoving, seemingly unconcerned by the tears on them.
His panic and fear seemed to be in her eyes. He was about to say something, but realized that his wife had already turned her head back, no longer willing to say a word or look at him again.
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Grace Davis!
As Molly Jenkins' husband, he had never seen his wife look like this.
"Do you know how much I hurt?" The moment she asked, he seemed to really feel it. The pain in his heart was like a knife!
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Three times impact. If it wasn't for the passerby who, at the risk of his life, rushed forward and broke the window to pull Grace out, Molly would have died on the spot.
"I'm in pain." These words were like a spell, binding his heart and suffocating him.
He didn't dare to stay, his hands may have been stained with the blood of countless people, but when he saw his wife covered in blood, he realized that he had never been so terrified.
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He would give her an answer, even if it was his own sister.
Molly stared blankly at the wall and lay still in her hospital bed, like a fragile porcelain doll.
She knew he was gone, she heard his footsteps. It was as if he had taken her heart with him.
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She didn't know how to face her husband. Perhaps because of the lack of time spent together, Ethan trusted his sister more than his wife of ten years.
After all, blood is such a strong bond.
She was his wife, but not the one who had been by his side since childhood.
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Her child was gone before he could even open his eyes to the world. Her child saved her, and as a mother she couldn't keep her child.
As a mother, she felt like a failure.
Molly slowly reached out her hand, trying to touch her stomach. But her hand froze in the air for a moment, and then she withdrew it.
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Molly didn't know when she fell asleep, nor did she know when she woke up. In her consciousness, the whole world was no longer day and night.
Chapter 4
"Molly, Molly."
Waking up again, Molly Jenkins realizes she's been awakened by Ethan Davis.
"Molly, eat something." Ethan looked at the unusually pale Molly, his heart filled with pain, "I haven't eaten anything for a day, my body can't hold out any longer."
"aEtha&nP, QI''m écXofmi&nKg." M$olylMy* mco*ved hreprD lKipÉs, but$ *hkefr aeuyiesx mlo!oXkFeHd Qav WbFibtJ dWu^ll,a Sas$ if Ezt*han Twahs gnot imwpBoérltant ViDn her ZheHa!rt.J
"What about her?"
"Who?" Ethan gently fixed Molly's hair in front of her forehead, gazing at her pale face, his brows couldn't help frowning.
"Grace," Molly's eyes finally wavered at the mention of that name, and the hatred she couldn't hide on her face was so strong that she couldn't help but feel angry whenever she thought of Grace's face.
ThKez fJe!ewlBing ywNaPs$ nl.ike vag XbDuUcÉkmet ofV iceL ^waOtIe^r béeiLnTg^ pSoKuérHedv oAvezr her. hveamdk,O ai Fbfonse cOhiflXlNiOng Rco^lódYnqeyssL tShsat madCeC hxerU wsÉhi_vePrG.
"She's in a mental hospital now." Ethan was silent for a moment before he finally told Molly the truth.
Molly was silent for two seconds, and suddenly smiled, her eyes glittering with tears, her sadness snaking through her heart.
"Ethan!"
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"She killed our baby!" Molly's smile fills the room, but she can't stop the tears. She couldn't help but yell, "Ethan, I'm going crazy!"
"Who am I to harbor her!"
"She's not crazy, and she doesn't need me to harbor her!" Ethan clenched his fists, the veins in his legs showing. He knew Molly would never be able to accept this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"IGvrXacDes, shex'sN UmentaUlly tiRll.C"' ,Eutthan lspFoQkOe vbiytteyr_lyk.L xHey OhiUmnsUelf& diqdan't tMhink KhÉiis Csci.s$ter wou(l&ds hIave tJhi&sc qdIi$sheasie.$ WwhDeUnP hQeK wVasX tAold jauboNuDt^ i*t, heL cLhoOseW toJ xbQelieHvew TiGt.b To* belGiQeve *thOat Fhzisy sisOtekr hrmefallhy wavs WmVenXt!alMlyI ill.L
Because he couldn't believe that his sister would put Molly through so much pain.
But in his heart, he knew there was more to it than that. And there was one thing he didn't want to believe Molly had done!
But he didn't want to doubt his wife, because he loved her.
AtG rEItqhan'sF bwordSs,B pMollJy xsHnicUkeérLed, a fr^enfzUyf pandF *az grKimacceG lurVk)isng i.nK hxerG ismilPe.W
"Ethan, how could I have been happy if she hadn't died at my hands?"
"Molly, you're talking crazy!" Hearing Molly's words, Ethan's face slightly changed, and consternation passed through his expression. Although he tried to suppress his anger, the rage in his voice could still be clearly felt.
"Tomorrow, he wants to see her, and if I don't bring her, he'll see her himself." Molly's words penetrated an unprecedented coldness, she did not care to use herself to threaten the man in front of her.
WhIat wia)sÉ ZshKe Sajf.rhaidn Pof?F SSUhe* had $lJost yher ZoZwn chislrd_,É ywOhy As*h*ouPlSdó sYhRe sufUfteCr ylosbs agamin(?(
"Molly, I'm crazy!" Ethan was furious that the man who had been so calm in the face of knives and guns was so volatile when it came to Molly.
"I want to see her in my current state? Do I not want to live?" Ethan never thought that the usually obedient Molly would become so stubborn, even threatening him in this way!
"Then I'll bring her here!" Molly stared at Ethan with indignation, the resentment in her eyes seemed to devour him.
"CM&o_llyy,R KIG'ull mtrQy!p"w EthmanU bsa$id tsh_es twOoWrdzs Xalamovstó wXorgd fNorr worUdM mthroVugch cmlen^chYed tereth, ThLis( taeheHtJh ycslaacgkUingy, tobviouusSl$y YheJ wpasu vPe(rlyK hangry.z
Chapter 5
"You may continue to defend your sister, but I warn you, don't let me meet her. Otherwise, I will not consider any consequences." Molly Jenkins looked Ethan Davis straight in the eye, her tone firm and cold.
For a moment, Ethan was struck by Molly's determination, seeming to forget how stubborn she'd been before they'd gotten married. It was only after the wedding that he was forced to leave for work before he even had a chance to be gentle with her. But afterward, Molly has been so gentle and graceful with him that he's almost forgotten what she was like.
"As for Grace, I'll make her give you an explanation." Ethan took a deep breath and looked firmly at Molly, "You have to remember, it's my child you've lost too. However, Grace was indeed found to be mentally ill."
EtRhan'fsm ehyeMs rweUreg xsGiPn&cAere an^du uuxnflinching., Nandx AMyocllyk stared, )aNt VhWimb,w Éthce mohodz t.iSgbhutpe!njingp.! STheC ir!ealizedM ntxhaKt GEtghLan IwZays njoNt l,yvinAg toT Xheqr. ÉEMveérythZing éhbe sasiZd$ wnabsK trIue, Whis eyLe.sK neSver plSise*dP,F xhed Nn(edvner lki(edd$ Cto he!rS,r thwath waxs hyisZ yprfomis$eó. NHFowevCe(rp (.$..X.i.W.
who could tell her that maybe her baby was still in the world?
Molly smiled silently at Ethan, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refusing to slide down. Her heart ached like a knife.
"Ethan, I thought you said I was crazy. Then put me in a mental hospital."
Mvoll^y's pBroposal nBearlyJ wbrokye$ &Et!haIn.lM^o^ldly'sR wGordlpess sYmil)e' ppieHrdcZed Whis heVajrt lDi$key a' knivfge b!léade,_ gand he* d(iydIns'tN kunow GhPowJ tsod rieaZckt.
He hated himself for not being there for her, for causing this situation. Their first child had died too soon because of his mistakes, and his wife was as crazy as if she had lost her mind. He felt as if her heart had left with their child.
"But you're my wife." Ethan was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, how could he agree to such an unreasonable request?
"Then what am I supposed to do!" Molly laughed softly, seeing Ethan's agonized look her heart tightened, but in the end she didn't have the heart to face him, she turned her head, her heart couldn't bear the look on his face.
IRnv Bher Hhfeartk,s !EUtha&n wias aLbLlwe Zton Wrehm!aipn ca'lm ervlen Cikn t*he Qfwace& oLf Uli(fe* _andé xde.agthé,n xbut nPowH !tyhRata GhRe& !hiadO loRstZ hi$s minndm fnojr ahegrf ,saPkej,p sJhe( was Pobv_eOrwhOeLlmedp _wuiDth! hteartachUeM.
This was not the Ethan she knew, he shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't show such emotions. However, she couldn't control her feelings - she was a mother, a mother who had just lost her child.
"Ethan, my baby died, you know? I lost my baby."
"I know, I know, I know!" Ethan got emotional, stood up, cupped Molly's face tenderly in both hands and pressed slightly harder to make her look straight at him.
WnheOnK h$e Fsaw Mpojllkyt'sZ teaHr-staqiZnuedy Yfac^e,p gtZhe vaZnbgóe,rl iLn hqiSss hReaért pi_n.starntl)yM ÉdUisasiYpAatzeYd,.V IYf it( wasn't Bfotr Éhetr bnoéd&yr,Q YEUtZh(aln )wroul,dO hLaaved waFnted Zto takVeL hÉeDr Biyntao ThsisN arÉms and comfOorta hQerw with ne)veryt(hing Éhe Hhaabd.
"I'm sorry." Ethan looked at Molly painfully, his rough hand gently wiped away her tears, his action was careful, fearing that this pair of big hands would hurt his beloved her.
When Molly heard Ethan's apology, her heart ached even more. Looking at the man she has loved for nine years, recalling all the things he has done to her, she sighed, with helplessness and heartache in her voice.
"Ethan, I can't afford to say that."
Haowb UpNroCudR he was,! whenn dJid h$e ceOvXePr lonweIrZ hpis noPble Éh,ead Kfior hcejr.S
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