"Nectarine, calm down!"
The man grabbed his wife, stopping her from throwing herself in tears at the undead sitting by the table.
"..."
Cranberry stiffened and tensed up.
Without Zombie making any sort of move, she instantly grabbed his hand under the table as if she wanted to make sure that he won't be taken away from her all of a sudden.
"Please, pardon my wife – this... such a thing to happen to our dearest baby boy...!"
The man made a mournful expression, looking at Zombie as if he was some brainless puppet unable to recognize them.
|Ah... They weren't told that I can speak just fine, were they?|
Zombie scoffed internally, closing the mouth that hung loosely at the words such as 'baby boy' coming from his former father's mouth.
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