Chapter 261 Terror

• Ruth's countenance froze in a fleeting moment of dismay.
• She, a woman, and Kate, likewise. How could the unborn child within her possibly belong to Kate? It was an utter impossibility!
• Attempting a strained chuckle, she persisted in casting herself as the aggrieved party. "Kate, did we not agree previously? When the time comes, we shall stand as godmothers to each other's progeny. Your child shall be mine, and mine, yours ... "