Lily lay on the bed all day, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Such peace was a rarity, a luxury she hadn't afforded herself, especially during her pregnancy. Forced idleness, however, proved the most tedious experience of her life.

The doctor, after delivering his message, never returned. Lily even suspected the organization had silenced him, yet she remained powerless, uninformed. Alexander had instructed her to wait, but waiting felt unbearable. She needed to act.

After her usual meal, she rose and began to dismantle her surroundings. The room's tempered glass windows proved resistant, but her fury found other outlets. She smashed the floor, walls, television, water dispenser, and surveillance cameras—anything she could lift and wield, obliterating everything within reach with her extraordinary power. Exhausted and panting, she collapsed onto the now-ruined, but still usable, sofa. Nothing remained to destroy.

Remarkably, despite the commotion, no one intervened. The organization's calm, unperturbed response—their lack of fear regarding her self-harm or disruptive behavior—piqued her curiosity.

"What kind of place is this?" she wondered. "Is there a place in Hyderland where they can easily cover up everything?"

A short time later, a sharp pain seized her lower abdomen. The babies, it seemed, disapproved of her outburst. Initially, she could soothe them, but the intensity of their movements quickly escalated, and the pain became agonizing.

"Oh no!"

This pregnancy differed drastically from Galen's. He had been exceptionally placid, showing no signs of labor, even past his due date. This time, however, labor began prematurely. Contractions surged, bringing the familiar pain, and the terrifying realization dawned: she was about to give birth.

"Please, no!" she pleaded silently, her children's unseen faces forming in her mind. "Mommy isn't ready yet. There are still things Mommy needs to do."

She'd planned to confront the man she suspected of being close to the organization's core, believing him to be a key, but not the ultimate, player. Only by meeting the man with the cane, she believed, could she reach the true mastermind. Now, that opportunity seemed lost. Her babies were coming first, and that wasn't right.

The organization awaited her delivery to fully utilize R10. Biting her lip, she endured the intensifying pain, her stomach convulsing. Leaning against the sofa's armrest, she pressed her head down, her silent suffering a desperate attempt at self-control. But the pain proved relentless. The fetal movements remained violent, her lower abdomen throbbing. Then, a searing heat spread between her legs.