THE MOMENT Hera went out, she saw Laila, carrying a little girl. She gasped in surprise but get back to her senses after a few seconds.

“Laila,” she muttered.

The woman just arched her brow. “What are you doing here?” Laila asked.

“It’s none of your business,” she replied, lazily and moved away from the door.

Laila snorted. “Really? Are you here again to beg for love from Achilles?” She smirked. “Look, Hera, I hope you already learn a lesson in the past. If I, were you, I will just give up—”

“I’m here because of Mary not for Achilles. Don’t worry, I simply don’t care about him. He’s all...