Bab 626: Their Purpose

Clem Shi's insides twisted when staring at the scene before him.

Mrs. Dray insisted on preparing dinner, ushering him to take a seat by the table. Soon they were gathered around the dining table, while the baby laid on the couch, swaddled between cushions, seemingly asleep.

Huh. 

Sleep, his ass!

Clem Shi wished he could gather the strength to choke the little alien to death. However, now was not the time for this. 

Chewing on the 'tasteless' meal in his mouth, he watched it warily, half-expecting those unnerving eyes to snap open at any moment.

As they ate, Mrs. Dray chatted about mundane things—the weather, their garden back home—blissfully unaware of the dark undercurrents swirling around them.

"So how's Liana doing?" Mr. Dray asked casually. Yet, one could feel the pain within that hoarse voice.