Chapitre 571: Nail Scratches

(From Blue's Perspective)

I was having a tuna sandwich because I craved it out of nowhere. They called Tuna something else here, but I always called it 'tuna' anyway. 

I was seven months pregnant. My stomach was not as big as when I was pregnant with Dion. I was concerned about it and contacted Doctor Dimitri, who said everything was fine. It could happen. 

Dem had gotten his eye as well. Although it worked well and others said there was no difference between the new one and the old one, I could see it. It was like there was not much of life in the one I made, while the one he had was full of life in his own way. Well, natural things were always better. 

"Your Highness, you need to sleep more. You look tired," Perita said.