Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Joy, anger, anxiety, pensiveness, grief, fear, and fright. These seven emotions appeared in her eyes in succession, then eventually condensed to become corrosive hatred.
This was especially after recalling how she had killed her own children and cut off all of her paths, wanting to die together with Saint Zachary.
She raised her hand and wanted to move it. She tried to move, but she couldn’t feel anything.
Sensing that the person in his arms was struggling, Saint Zachary immediately let go of her, speaking in a careful tone, “Did I hurt you? It’s my bad. I’ll take note of it next time.”
As he said this, he lowered his head to check his mate’s body. When his gaze that was dyed in blood landed on her arm that was smashed by his head, with the remnants still sticking onto the stone bed, fury once again appeared on his face.
How dare that eagle beastman damage his mate’s body! Next time, he mustn’t let the eagle beastman live anymore!
Chris lowered her head, following his gaze, then immediately screamed.
“Chris, don’t be afraid.” Saint Zachary quickly hugged her and tried to console her.
Chris couldn’t feel any pain. Only then did she realize that she was dead. She stopped screaming and looked at her own body in a daze, gradually calming down.
“How long have I been dead for?” Chris lowered her eyes and asked.
“No, you were only sleeping.” The word “dead” was taboo for Saint Zachary, and he interrupted Chris before she finished speaking.
Saint Zachary looked up at his son, who was quietly standing at the side. He waved his hand to beckon him closer, saying to Chris gently, “This is our child. He’s 35 years old.”
This meant that Chris had been dead for 35 years.
Chris was stunned again, looking at Mitchell in disbelief.
He bore some resemblance to his father, but there was an indescribable strangeness.
Chris quickly understood.
That was right. She had been pregnant with him after she had canceled her spousal relationship with Saint Zachary. He was born a rootless beast.
She had hardened her heart to kill her children because she felt that her children had no hopes in life even if they were to live.
She couldn’t forget about her ruthless act even in her death, and the scene she thought about the most was the one where her children’s broken limbs were everywhere.
Their blood was blue and they were extremely fragile.
She had always thought that she wouldn’t regret her action. Neither did she allow herself to feel regret.
However, when she saw a grown-up child of hers, her heart wrenched up, and she suddenly admitted that she had regretted her action.
It would be better to live without emotions than to die.
If she hadn’t done what she did back then, those children should all have grown to this age.
Chris felt like crying, but no tears came out from her eyes. She only stared at her son.
Mitchell had no feelings for this mother of his, and he returned her gaze calmly. However, he was very curious about the change that had taken place to his father at the moment.
Didn’t his father have his spousal relationship canceled by his mother? Why did he still care for her so much?
Saint Zachary immediately reproached him. “Why are you not calling her mother?!”
Mitchell said with indifference, “Mother.”
Chris’s expression seemed like a mixture of grief and joy, but she suddenly accepted things.
Those feelings of hatred had suddenly become insignificant.
Her soul had been buried for several decades in the ground, and her emotions had turned a lot fainter than before. If it wasn’t because she had been dug out, her memories might disappear completely in another few years.
Chris broke into a faint, serene smile at Mitchell.
Saint Zachary felt anxious for some reason. He carried Chris up horizontally and said, “You like to stay outside the most. I’ll bring you out.”
Saint Zachary walked out of the ice house in huge strides as he carried Chris. However, he didn’t notice that after Chris left the cold air, purplish-black livor mortis started to appear rapidly on her skin…
