Chapter 67: Checking my babies

Immediately, I get into the car where a man with quite concentrated pheromones looks at me with such amazement, that I have to snap my fingers to get out of his amazement.

“I'm sorry, but, I need you to take me to the track. Your father, Mr. Ivan, granted me one of his air transports.

“Oh, I understand.” Mikhail says coming out of his amazement, to then start the car and take me away from my mother's screams.

Being in the car, I take off the protection that no longer completely covers my belly, while I check this one remembering my father's hit with the steering wheel. Carefully, I look at my belly and notice that a red has formed on the part where my father hit me.

“Oh no.” I whisper with concern

“Is something wrong? Do you need any kind of assistance?” the man driving asks and I hesitate to ask.

After all, they are already helping me enough, but, I prefer to be abusive for asking for more things, than to keep