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Edward stared at her in disgust. At that moment she was the most repulsive thing he had ever seen and it wasn't because of her body or the vomit in front of her, it was the monstrosity the woman with the deep scar had removed from her body.

Cathy was sprawled on the floor, brown eyes drained of life as she stared at the child. It was not like any child she had ever seen before. It didn't matter to her that the woman with the scar had just torn into her belly with a dagger to viciously yank the child from out of her womb. It didn't matter that she had bled for several hours before Edward injected her with the purple-colored liquid that was supposed to make her heal. She could only stare in amazement but with dead eyes at the child in front of her.

This child was the reason she had been strangely sick, the reason why she couldn't eat basic human food without retching the contents of her belly, the reason she was losing so much blood until she had to switch to a diet of only blood and