Draco fluttered his eyes, and he was back in the very same room in the Palecrest house, but he was not alone.
"I'm back," Draco roamed his eyes around and tried to adjust since he had no candle with him.
"What do you mean by that?" Rosina asked, creating a black flame in her palm to lighten the place.
Before them was Rosina's younger version in chains. She was wearing a tattered black dress, but what caught Draco's attention was Rosina's bulging belly.
"You're… pregnant," Draco whispered in shock. He didn't expect Rosina to have a history of pregnancy.
"Yes, and the father is Perise," Rosina replied and sighed deeply. It was hard to look at herself, especially the dead, hopeless eyes she had before.
The door opened, and Cleto entered with his belt.
"Ah, it amuses me how you run away and come back with a baby. A b^tch will always be a b^tch," Cleto harshly said, flicking the belt toward Rosina.
