Shyla’s P.O.V.
The glass of juice from the royal kitchen was dangerous!
How the hell was it even possible?
Without any heads up, Beta James picked me up and rushed towards the bathroom, I had to tap on his shoulder to stop him.
“I haven’t drunk the juice, Beta James. Please stop panicking.”
My response finally put an end to this hullabaloo as he put me down. Then he grabbed my shoulders firmly.
“You should abort this child, Shyla. It’s for your own good.”
Here we go!
I had hardly recovered from the shock of his surprise entry into our room, but this advice short-circuited my brain. Firstly, Moira had tried to scare me with my grim future, and now, he was advising me to kill my child.
The sudden surge of anger shook me as soon as the fear faded, I was in tears while expres
