I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, fighting the impulse to slap her. After all, she was pregnant, and I certainly didn't want to cause trouble.
Besides, when I thought about how Arya had been tortured by the Shadow Pack, barely surviving and returning to the Buren Family only to be constantly insulted by Irene, pregnant with a child, while her husband continued to entangle himself with his ex-wife...
Putting myself in her shoes, it would be strange if she didn't lose her mind. I should even thank Aliya for her scheming, which allowed me to escape this misery.
With that thought, my anger dissipated, and I couldn't help but scoff.
When Aliya saw me smile, her face became even more twisted with rage. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, one hand clutching her belly while the other grippe
