"Lady Maria is pregnant," Ravina spoke right after, a small smile tugging at the side of her lips.
Dorian stared at her for a while. He couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.
However, before he could utter anything, Maria had spoken from right beside him.
"What are the chances of me giving birth to this child Lord Dorian is talking about? I intend to have this child regardless."
Dorian sighed, his jaw resting underneath his chin.
"Don't be ridiculous. If I see even the faintest sign that is going to happen, we are doing everything to get rid of the child."
Maria immediately turned to look at Dorian.
"My lord…"
"No ifs or buts. That is my final decision."
Maria took a step back. "M-my apologies."
"Now then…"
Dorian stood up from the chair and slowly began to walk towards Ravina, who was simply still standing there, observing them having their back and forth.
