Chapter 217

Thick, crippling dread settled with Mary's words. Hands trembling with settling fear, Regina glanced back down at the phone in her hand, meeting the same details that burned into the pit of her stomach with something she vowed never to feel when it came to Bellatrix. Panic. “This…” her throat tightened and for a moment, she was unable to speak. “Yes, your dearest sister gave birth to a child,” Mary said with dramatic ease, plopping down into the spot beside her leg. “And you've guessed correctly, that child belongs to Cillian.” The bile rose up her throat and Regina allowed the phone slip from her hand in favor of slapping her palms over her mouth, stopping the content of her empty stomach from spilling. How was this possible? Her eyes widened, moving in a frantical motion that was reserved only for psychopaths. How had something so crucial, game changing, gone unnoticed by her? And that child, how was it still alive? How did it survive all those years ago? Each question that buzzed pa