Somehow, Emma Rosy seemed to feel the movement of the baby.

Like expressing that she was thinking of her.

She guffawed and smiled softly, "Mommy knows ......"

The harsh female voice broke the peace of the room: "Tsk - Emma Rosy, you are actually still well."

It was Marisa Miller.

She stood in front of Emma Rosy and looked down at the thin and dry girl: "Emma Rosy, you look like this, I am so happy."

Emma Rosy raised her eyes to look at her, her eyes calm and unruffled.

"Marisa Miller, what did you come to see me for?"

If she remembers correctly, she is now a prisoner, and...