"If you put it that way, I'm one of them too," Charles Seymour's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"That's different." Sophie Wilson waved her hand dismissively, patted him, and said with a smile, "Whatever drugs you use on me, I don't mind, it's just that it hurts."
"But why is he taking it away? What if a child comes out of it, what then?" Sophie Wilson gritted her teeth, "I can endure anything, but if my child... a child with my blood has even the slightest issue, I'll dig up his family's ancestral graves!"
"Hmm, just describe the features and I'll see who I can find," Charles Seymour said in a deep voice.
"Sure." Sophie Wilson's eyes lit up at this, "Why didn't I think of asking you?"
After she finished speaking, she immediately shared all she remembered with Charles Seymour.
Charles Seymour furrowed his brows and didn't speak.
Sophie Wilson sighed lightly and said, "I know it's too little to go on, but... we've still got to try."
