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Molly struggled for a moment before coming to her senses.

Wait a minute, she and Alva weren't even mates. Why would she bear a peacock? She should bear tiger cubs. Yes, tiger cubs.

If she bore tiger cubs, she could still talk to them after they were born. If she bore peacocks, she would only be able to raise them like beasts, just like Bai Qingqing did with her children. How pitiful would that be?

However, after dismissing the possibility of bearing a peacock, Molly felt especially disappointed.

Edgar noticed their interaction. He was Molly's family, after all—they'd naturally be on similar frequencies. He was worried but couldn't say anything as he was too simple-minded. He only secretly resolved to work even harder to earn even more praises from her.

Bai Qingqing looked at her abdomen expectantly as she listened to their conversation. Were there new lives already conceived there? Would they look just like Muir?