Chapter 857 She’s Carrying the Devil’s Child
- On the other side, at the Lambert residence.
- Dim courtyard lights spilled into the fragrant garden and into the late-summer, early-autumn breeze, turning everything hazy and soft.
- Beneath thick green trees sat a delicate white, filigreed iron table. A slim-spouted white pot sent ribbons of tea aroma drifting into the air.