He patted my head with relief and asked the nanny to bring me a cup of sobering tea. As soon as the servant handed me the tea, he suddenly picked up the gun and shot the servant in the head.
I did not even have time to react before thick blood splattered all over my face. The servant's hand was outstretched when she fell down with her eyes wide open.
My lips trembled and my whole stomach spasmed uncontrollably.
Timothee, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He put down his gun, carefully wiped my face with his sleeve, and fed me the sobering tea mouthful by mouthful.
I forcefully swallowed, trembling all over my body.
In the corner of my eyes, Killian had the servant dragged out.
A winding blood trail was left on the floor.
"If she can't even stop my wife from drinking, even hurting my son, there's no point in living."
I looked at his sinister eyebrows and eyes, and my stomach churned.
Timothee touched my face with heartache and said, "It's all your husband's fault. You've suffered so much. We finally have a baby now, so you're not allowed to drink anymore."
"This child must be born healthy no matter what, get it?"