Chapter 42

"Elena, you still won't forgive me, is that it? I'm already as good as dead. Can't I just take one last look?" Lilith stared at Elena, eyes full of sorrow and desperation. Elena's gaze fell on Lilith's bloated, frail body, and for a second, she hesitated. This wasn't the same proud, cunning sister she used to know. Seeing Lilith like this, it was honestly hard not to feel a little pity. But letting her hold Lucas? That was something Elena couldn't risk. "Elena, don't go near her," Emmanuel warned sharply, stepping protectively in front of her. "You know better than anyone how ruthless she can be. We can't joke around when it comes to Lucas' safety." Hearing his words, Lilith swayed slightly, her face sinking into complete hopelessness. Elena's heart clenched. She understood—Lilith's bitterness came from her twisted love for Emmanuel. She'd been consumed by it. Hadn't she herself also once been torn apart by love? "I can't let you hold Lucas. But I'll carry him over so you can see him,"