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“Nash was there that night when we found the baby in my bathroom,” added quickly, watching his

expression twitch slightly. His jaw clenched, and he fell silent for a moment.

“I

“He was there with me that night. I asked for his permission, and he agreed. That’s why I know one

of them planted the baby there, and Nash ensured I kept it so they could incriminate me in the

morning.” I explained, hoping to make sense to him.

He didn’t yell at me anymore but appeared more confused and upset.

“Are you crazy?” he suddenly regained his senses and rushed over to tap his finger on my head,

causing me to wince and pout.

“Ow!” I complained.

“You know my brothers hate your guts. Why would you risk it by keeping that monster baby?” he

hunched over, trying to meet my eyes, while I stood there feeling guilty, hands tied under my

abdomen, lips pouted. I couldn’t even look up because his anger was frightening me.

“I was just worried–” I began, but I stopped abruptly, afraid he might interpret my concern as having

a soft spot for the monsters.

“Nora! I understand you have a kind heart, but use your brain too sometimes. Not only did you

foolishly keep him, but now, because of you, we’ve lost him,” he scolded, hands on his knees,

hissing at me.

“But how is it my fault? Your brothers are in the wrong. Why did they take the baby if it was stolen

from the monster in the first place and was so important?” I argued, still not lifting my head when I

felt a firm tap on my forehead from him.

“Look at me,” he ordered angrily, and I reluctantly raised my eyes to peek through my eyebrows.

“You are an idiot. You were supposed to

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tell me about it.”

I inched closer and managed a small smile, which only seemed to agitate him further.

“What’s so amusing? Did I say something funny?” he hissed.

“No!” I shook my head, trying to appear cute, or at least I thought so. “I just find it endearing that you

care,” I mumbled, but his reaction startled me into lowering my gaze again.

“Are you out of your mind? We’re discussing something important, and that’s what you’re focused

on?” he knocked on my head once more, this time even grabbing my side bangs above my head

and shaking my head.

“What happened to the baby?” I massaged my scalp, feeling more at ease now that he had

straightened his back and distanced himself from

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“It rained last night,” he replied, taking deep breaths and pacing around.

“No! I’m not asking about the weather report. What happened to the baby?” I pouted, placing my

hands on my hips as he stopped and turned to me, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you dense or what? I can’t believe my stepsister is so dense!” his voice nearly cracked when

he referred to me as his stepsister.

“It rained, so whatever herb was used to mask its scent washed away, and its mother reclaimed it,”

he explained before motioning for me to follow him. “Let’s go home, and you better not breathe a

word of what happened here to anyone.”

I frowned, unsure which part he was referring to.

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about our–” I began but abruptly stopped when he

aggressively paused and turned to glare at me.

“I’m talking about the monster baby. Nothing else happened.” he

clarified, confusing me, but I silently followed along this time.

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