Chapter 112 Survival, That's All That Matters

• I would have laughed out loud if it weren’t for the seriousness in his tone and voice because what he just said didn’t make any sense to me. It was stupid—this was the twenty-first century, not the olden days.
• "Brian, you need to chill. That’s ridiculous and impossible," I said, chuckling.
• "Listen to me, child. It may sound ridiculous, but sacrifices must be made to achieve something. The Mafia heir—the firstborn—must be a male. If it isn’t a male, they will kill the baby. That’s why you need to run," he said, and I looked at him in shock.