Saint Zachary spurned this idea and suppressed those thoughts.

Afraid Chris’s body would be tainted, Saint Zachary quickened his footsteps towards Irina.

Irina squirmed, thinking he was going to beat her up.

However, Saint Zachary merely kicked at the ashes that carried a residual warmth, and with a “pa” sound, covered that pile of filth.

“I’ll prepare a bucket of sand for you. You’re not to dirty this place in the future. Or else, I’ll kill your baby!” Saint Zachary cast an icy glance at her, before leaving in fury.

Irina let out a long exhale. With just a thin animal skin blanket over her, only then did she feel...