Evangeline looked at Elias Moretti. His usual fierce and grim expression had vanished, replaced by a much gentler one.
'Begging her like this, bowing his head for a female who had deceived him... this really isn't like Elias Moretti at all.'
A flicker of light crossed Evangeline's eyes. She stood up and picked up the oil-paper umbrella by the cave entrance. "Fine. Let's go have a look."
After all, she, Thorne, and Caden Albright still needed to use the Grymdale Tribe's territory. Besides, she was pregnant herself. Seeing Cecilia West struggle with a difficult birth, and having the ability to save the cub's life, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Elias Moretti let out a sigh of relief, his tense expression softening considerably.
Evangeline glanced down at the murky, stagnant water, her brow furrowing slightly as a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
Seeing this, Elias Moretti extended a hand to her and said in a low voice, "I'll carry you on my back."
