Lily, who was still clinging to Webby, suddenly moved closer to Liam and touched his forehead with the back of her hand. "Weird, you don't look like you have malaria. Why are you sprouting such weird words?" she questioned, her expression full of confusion.
Liam was stunned and looked at Lily with disbelief. "I'm not speaking nonsense! There's really a child's voice talking to me." He glanced at Webby and the others. "You guys heard it, right?" he asked.
Everyone was just staring at him as if he were possessed or something.
Liam bit his lower lip. "They didn't hear it too? Or are they just pretending?" he wondered.
"Save your breath, handsome daddy; it's only you and my second father who can hear me. As for the others, only if I want them to ear me will they heard my my voice—my mother is not an exception," the child's voice echoed again.
Liam's jaw dropped. "Who exactly are you?" he murmured, his gaze falling on Lily's stomach.
