Tilda looked at him with a serious expression.
"Nox, you know… after last time," she said, a bit hesitant.
"I think I'm pregnant."
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Tilda's words echoed in Nox's mind. He had prepared himself for all kinds of news—but not for this.
Nox stared at her, stunned.
"How many months?" he asked, his heart pounding wildly.
Tilda smiled.
"Almost five months," she said. "I only found out after two months. I wanted to come tell you, but you know… it's very complicated, and I couldn't contact you without coming here. And if I'm here this time, it's because my mother helped me convince my father."
Nox looked at her, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe Tilda was pregnant.
