Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

"There's nothing you can do," Sophie said, certain of her own safety. She had her amulet, and it was impossible for her not to know Elijah's promise.

"Who?" Before she could react, Rebecca was still thinking about how to dig out her heart. Today, her clothes were very popular and her boots matched very well. She did not want to be splashed with blood at all.

Sophie stared at her. She was intelligent, a natural silly big sister, and Rebecca was a fool.

"By the way," Rebecca remembered, "the pregnant little wolf girl, my brother's breed."

Rebecca pouted indifferently, unable to vent her anger. "You're really lucky. Elijah seems to care about her a lot. Otherwise, I'll break your neck right away."

Sophie, with her hands folded on her hips, did not like the progenitor vampires, either of them.

"How did Marcel get that right? It wasn't like that when I left years ago." Rebecca was curious. Did Marcel have such power? If he had this kind of power, they wouldn't have ended up like this back then.

"Marcel has a way to find out where the magic is being used, so it doesn't matter how you get it." She obviously didn't want to explain why.

"It doesn't matter what I tell you," Rebecca mocked. "A bunch of witches can't use magic, so my idea is... Move out immediately. "

Sophie felt that Rebecca was as naive and ridiculous as her brother Elijah, and that they would have to endure until now if they could move out. "We are learning ancestral magic, and this graveyard is filled with the remains of our ancestors, so we can't get close to them, and we can't rely on their legacies …" we don't have the ability. "

The power that witches inherited from generation to generation, Rebecca clearly thought of Sophie's natural invitation to enter the beginning. Sacred Secret Grounds?

"If we run away, we will abandon the legacy, our home, our family." Sophie's feelings fluctuated, and it was clear that her love for her family was real.

Rebecca was silent for a few seconds. Then she took a few steps to the left and sat down on a clean stone step.

For example, that heartless big brother Klaus in her family, he never truly treated them as family.

Sophie sat with her on the steps of the cemetery and did not answer immediately.

"Look at me," Rebecca said, as if in the mood for conversation, patting the space around her. "I'm back in a city where there's nothing to think about but heartache, looking for the brother who's determined to protect the child I don't care about."

"It's hard to believe." The Ancestral family was a legend, Sophie had always thought, and they sometimes took things too naturally. "But you did come," Sophie said. Didn't this mean that the connection between the immortal ancestors would never be broken?

"I'm here for Elijah. As soon as I find him, I'll leave."

Elijah, Sophie thought of the gentleman who didn't look like a vampire at all. He could be trusted.

"He is indeed a very good brother." Rebecca and Klaus were very lucky, Sophie admitted, but she had lost her sister, Janine, and her favorite niece, Monique.

"Only Elijah would have foolishly believed that the magical child would be the one who saved Klaus." "And now he's gone missing. It's very possible that it was Klaus who did it."

"And you, too, foolish enough to believe that Elijah could persuade Klaus to deal with Marcel."

Sophie did not protest, but she had her own opinion. "Everyone knows about their past, and I know that Marcel has come to know Klaus."

Marcel had been transformed by Klaus, so he was naturally loyal to Klaus. As long as Klaus wanted to, Marcel wouldn't go too far.