Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Chapter 175

and Pillen, who were attending her, had given much attention.

Under everyone's protection, Molitia began to move slowly in bed. Her hands wriggled to create something.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, Raven."

It was a face that he could finally see after a week. However, Molitia was smiling gently just like he had seen yesterday.

"Look at this."

There was a small ball of thread at the end of her fingertips.

"What's this?"

"What do you think?"

It looked too small to be called a finished product. Raven's eyes fell upon that unknown thread.

"...is it a thimble?"

"Ding, that's wrong."

"Then, you're making gloves?"

"It's actually a finished product."

As she grumbled at Raven, who didn't really know much, she looked down. The small shape in her hands was clumsy now that she looked at it.

"These are socks that the child will wear once he's born. It's utterly small, right?"

She looked straight with her own hands and drew a small smile.

"If you grow up just like this, you'll be born by summer—when all things are fresh on a sunny, lovely day."

"...Molitia."

Raven's face instantly hardened at her words. Her words made him realize that there was already a crack on the ice and he could do nothing to turn it back.

"Raven, I'm... looking back, I didn't really have such a good life. My parents gave up because of my persistent illness and the people around me simply ignored me. Only because I couldn't do anything, I was despised by the ones who shared the same flesh and blood."

"I know."

She could still recollect about Raven. The first day when Molitia expressed her feelings to him. How could he ever forget such a day?

"Every time I was out of breath with fever, I missed the warmth very much. The warmth that would hold me close and soothe me, instead of the heat that flows as if it could burst through my veins."

She placed the socks on the blanket. Molitia then slowly lifted her head and gazed at him.

"Raven."

The voice that rippled was very soft. Raven's eyes slightly quivered in response.

"I wish to raise this child with love. I want to tell them how beautiful this world is and how beautiful everything is. I want to see how beautiful this child will grow up as we let them know that there's someone who loves them so."

"There's always another chance."

His voice trembled slightly. His eyes seemed to look somewhat red as well.

"No, this may be our last chance. I don't think this child came to us by accident."

"We're just getting started. We can always try for a child again as much as you want."

His voice, which was still speaking calmly, eventually grew impatient.

"When you're no longer sick, we can have another baby then."

Why couldn't she see those obvious things? No, looking back, there was no way she couldn't have not known. Wasn't it her own body and more so, it wasn't anyone else's.