Back when those males were around, life was comfortable; she did whatever she wanted, enjoyed herself however she pleased.
But who would have thought she'd catch the eye of those people at the top?
They were just a small circle of playmates, yet they got dragged into a power struggle like pawns.
It's as if she'd been cursed for eight lifetimes, with no chance to turn the tide.
"Get up!"
She suddenly sat up.
No matter how bad things got, the day was still bright, and life had to go on.
After all, she'd weathered all kinds of storms; what's this compared to that?
She wasn't someone who would crumble at the first setback.
Her lower abdomen felt warm, just like before, with a faintly peculiar sensation.
She sighed softly, raising a hand to gently stroke her stomach, her tone complex.
"Your efficiency is impressive."
"Of course," Heath Langdon laughed, his voice a bit light-hearted with a hint of flattery, "How could we let you go hungry? We definitely remember."
