[Xanthea]
“Doctor! Call the doctor!” Meesa howled. “My baby! My Lia! Lia! Sweety! Respond to mamma! Baby!”
Taking a knife from the table, I walked closer to Nathalia.
“What do you want?” Meesa looked at the knife in my hand, hugging Nathalia protectively.
Nathalia was partially unconscious, her breaths faint and faltering.
“My revenge,” I said, my voice low and detached as I knelt beside Nathalia and reached out to check her throat.
“What are you doing? Keep your filthy hands away from my daughter!” Meesa shoved away my hand. “Don’t touch her, you wench—”
With stalled breaths, Meesa withdrew her hand as I pointed the knife at her.
“Mom! That’s not what you call your daughter. I guess we need to set new ground rules to become a family again, Meesa,” I said, coldly peering into her s
