I looked at Vivien, who was already on the verge of madness, and was that curse about the Heartfelt Protector really talking about a kitten?

In this way, this kitten that has been waiting for 400 years should have been raised by Hatherine, but I don't know what method Llard used to let the kitten only keep it the size of more than a month for 400 years.

Thinking about this in my heart, I could no longer watch the kitten tremble in Vivian's hands, so I got up and rescued the kitten from Vivian's hands, held it in my arms and carefully comforted it.

The kitten didn't know whether it was frightened or angry, and its body kept shaking, and I just rubbed my chin against its head as if Rad had interacted with it, and kissed its ears and forehead from time to time.

"If you're angry, come at me, don't hurt the innocent. With a few angry words, I carried the still shivering kitten back to the bedside.

The horrible dream had drained me of all my strength, and even though I had recovered a little now, I was still tired from the feeling of soreness and weakness, and the only thing I wanted to do now was to lie down in bed and sleep beautifully.

Of course, with my cute kitten.

"Okay, you should be done talking, right?" Seeing me sitting on the bed in a posture of preparing to rest, Reilly, who was sent away by Vivien, came up again, tentatively took Vivian's arm, and asked cautiously, "Should we go back too?"

Vivien stood still and looked at me with a frown, and after a long time, she snorted heavily and pulled Reilly out in stride.

"Bang-" The door was shut, blocking the cold wind outside, but for some reason, it couldn't stop the conversation between Reilly and Vivien.

"She's just woken up now, don't you push her so hard......" Reilly's voice was soft, but she could hear a deep sense of worry and an almost imperceptible shortness of breath.

Sitting on the bed and listening to them, I smiled slightly, it seems that Vivien should be in a hurry, and Reilly's little short legs are a little unable to keep up.

"Andrew has already developed a drug to control the bloodline, our time is so short, how can we have time for her to recover slowly!"

Vivien shouted angrily, but her words weren't as cold as they were in the room, probably because it was Reilly, not me!

"Say there's no time to wait, but what?" Reilly's voice was a little disdainful, "Who is that heartfelt protector talking about?

"Clear, what!" Vivien seemed to grit her teeth, her voice a little cold, "I won't let her have any excuse to back down! That's her life!"

Putting the kitten aside, I sat helplessly on the bed with my knees crossed, the kitten's soft body rubbing back and forth at my feet, as if to comfort me.

Is it my life? Should my life be related to the Bloodline?

Is it just because of these damn red eyes? or ......

Or is it because she looks similar to Hatherine?

Why did Lillard stop forcing me to admit that I was Hatherine, but another Vivien appeared to coerce and lure me to accept Hatherine's fate?

Isn't Hatherine dead? Why are you instilling her memories into my mind? Let me wake up with the memories of another person and live a life of dilemma.

On the one hand, Hatherine wants the king of the blood clan to be happy, and on the other hand, she wants freedom, how do I choose?

Is it to be selfish yourself, or is Hatherine allowed to be a little selfish?