Eku was somehow anxious.

He has made Visenna drink the Blood Rose by boiling its petals by the beginning of the latter’s final trimester. The blood rose water was no doubt identical to an oozing vibrant red blood.

He doesn’t give a damn to the consequences for now. The only important thing in this instant is the survival of both his daughter and his Irish wife.

He was still peering by the delivery room when Romaine, his wife’s best friend, approached him in a violet-fitting dress.

“I’ve already told you Mazari,” Romaine addressed the botanist by his second name.

“I’ve told you even before you ventured into that cursed blood...