Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Every time she spoke of Klaus, Rebecca would reject him vehemently. For the time being, Elijah had no other choice.

The knot between Rebecca and Klaus could only be unraveled by themselves.

"..." "Rebecca …" Elijah had no choice. After so many years had passed, their sister was still stubborn. Was she still angry?

Rebecca's voice came through the phone.

"Klaus, our beastly bastard brother, has repeatedly stressed that once we leave him, we will not get any happiness."

Klaus had been paranoid, and he had always kept it that way.

"I didn't care about him for a long time." "We don't need to care about him at all!" The sweet voice began to sound sharp and piercing.

"Together forever!" Elijah advised her in a tone that was neither hurried nor slow. "Rebecca, you must remember... We used to swear to each other. "

"Just take it that I've gone back on my word."

"You've reneged on your promise quite a few times in the past few hundred years. However, when Father found us, when he chased us all over the city …" The more Elijah spoke, the more gentle he became. He tried to draw the connection between them, the power of the ancient family he knew.

"I'm old, Elijah," Rebecca interrupted her brother, as if she didn't want to think about the past. "But I'm not confused.

Elijah smiled. It was their destiny to be separated from Klaus, and he had always wanted Rebecca to understand that when the time came, she would understand that it was best.

Rebecca changed to a mocking tone in the next moment. "Instead of three years later, he used a silver dagger on my chest, allowing me to sleep soundly for 90 years." Resisting the urge to take a deep breath, he said, "Do you know why? It's obvious that his dear sister is trying her best to remain calm and rational. because I had the guts to leave him and live my own life... "

"That's enough," Elijah said, understanding someone's complaint. After all, he had recited it so clearly that he knew it even better than Rebecca had. "I think he's in trouble." "Whatever happened to Marcel and the wizards, it was scary enough for them to risk bringing the Vampire Grandmaster back. It was clear that the witches had lured him back, and I wanted to know why."

Elijah thought about who he should ask for the answer, then disappeared.

While Klaus was crazily hunting, in the eyes of ordinary people, the Rousseau street was as bustling and lively as ever.

Sophie returned to her room in exhaustion and despair. She and her sister were both witches, and she had been rebellious and aloof since young. Before these events, Sophie was not willing to admit that she was a witch at all.

Before she lost all her family members, she was still recklessly overdrawing her youth and beauty.

The door slammed shut.

She lit the white candle on the black wooden table, intending to pray for her sister.

However, it was obviously of no use. The radiance of the white candle was dim, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Marcel kidnapped Jane's body. Damn it, her soul would not be able to rest in peace without returning to the land.

As she lit the candle, she lost control of her emotions. Her only sister, the last family member in the world, had also left her.

"You're the one who got me involved in this, Jane. Give me the strength to finish it." Hold on to the damn table, Sophie swore through her teeth. She had to find a way to make Marcel pay.

She felt an invisible threat approach rapidly.

The back side door was slammed shut by the wind, almost before she could react.

A loud sound echoed out.

As if she had tripped over something, Sophie looked back, but there was still no sign of her.

There was a whoosh of wind from behind her, and she turned around again, still not yet, relieved. She turned to continue lighting the candle, but the vampire in front of her startled her.

It was one of Marcel's men, disgusting and wretched.

Sophie was even more annoyed than the size of her eyes.

"The door isn't broken, you know."

Another vampire came down from the sky, his fangs bared, his voice high. "You're casting magic?"

"I'm praying for my dead sister. Come, remember her." Sophie sneered, her hair shining chestnut-colored in the light.

But Sophie's long hair should not have been that color.

The bright chestnut color was undeniably the color of the white dew's curly hair.