Pregnant?!

Soft moonlight poured through the gaps in the curtains.

Theobald sat quietly by the side of Lisbeth Dawson's bed, gazing tenderly upon her sleeping face as upon the most precious treasure in the world.

His fingers gently drew from the lapel of his coat an old pocket watch, the surface of which was mottled, but the silver light of which revealed the secret of the countless hours it had witnessed.

Theobald waved the watch gently in front of Lisbeth Dawson's eyes with an almost palpable gentleness and caution.

His hypnotic skills were so advanced that he could lead a person into a deep dream without looking directly at the watch, just by the touch of his mind.

As the watch swings, Lisbeth Dawson on the bed begins to tremble slightly, her brow furrowed, as if she were struggling on the edge of some vague dream.

She was both fragile and fascinating, like a boat floating on an endless ocean.

Theobald's voice was like a spring breeze, gentle but firm: "Lisbeth, can you hear me? Tell me, who are you? Where is your home?"

Although Lisbeth Dawson was still in a semi-conscious state, she seemed to be able to feel this warmth from Theobald, and her lips opened and closed slightly as she replied in an almost mumbling manner, "I am Lisbeth Dawson ... home ... home ... I, I don't know where my home is, who am I? My home ..."

The words were full of confusion and bewilderment, like a child lost in a misty forest.

Witnessing this scene, Theobald's face could not help but swept a touch of heartache, he quickly picked up a soft towel that had already been prepared, and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead: "Lisbeth, don't be afraid, take your time, tell me, what did you see in your dream? Was there anything special?"

His voice was soft and full of encouragement, like he was guiding a lost fawn to find its way home.

Lisbeth Dawson's eyelids trembled slightly, as if torn between dream and reality.

Finally, she slowly said what she had seen, "I saw ... a door, a good big door, but ... but it was tightly closed, and I couldn't push it no matter how hard I tried... ..."

There was both confusion and a bit of panic in that voice, as if he was cut off from the unknown world by an invisible wall.

Theobald's tone was tinged with hesitation, and after a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice low and gentle, "Is there anything else? Do you still harbour unspoken secrets in your heart?"

His gaze fell tenderly on Lisbeth Dawson, expecting even the slightest hint of a response.

Lisbeth Dawson's eyes were tightly closed, her thin lashes fluttering slightly, as if she were struggling between dream and reality.

"Oooh ... can't see anything ... else ... either ..."

Her voice was as thin as a gnat, permeated with helplessness and confusion.

Hearing this, Theobald's brows couldn't help but flash a flash of doubt.

As a master who specialised in the art of hypnosis, he knew that his skills had reached a high level, and normally, the hypnotised person should be able to gradually unveil every layer of the subconscious under his guidance.

However, Lisbeth Dawson's response was not what he had expected. Her words were like a kite with broken strings, and it was difficult to capture any substantial information.

To guide further, Theobald adjusted his tone and said in a softer but firm voice, "Now, a colourful bird appears before your eyes, leading you, step by step, through the flowery garden to the doorway that leads to the true heart.

You cross the threshold, feel the warmth of the sun, and step out of this illusory world."

As Theobald's words guided her, Lisbeth Dawson's breathing gradually became steady and deep, her body relaxing and falling back into a deep sleep.

A smile seemed to come to her face, as if she had truly found a place of peace in that infinite dream.

Seeing this, Theobald was silent for a moment, then stood up, his figure pacing back and forth across the room in the dim light, seemingly searching for something.

Eventually, his eyes settled on a small, unassuming cubicle on one side of the room.

Gently pushing open the door of the compartment, he took out an ancient zither with a simple shape and a mysterious aura.

This ancient zither is unusual, with only three strings, making it particularly unique.

Theobald gently picked up the zither, his long, strong fingers gently brushing the strings, as if each touch inspired an ancient and distant melody.

The music flowed slowly through the still air, from slow to fast, as if weaving a vision of another layer of time and space.

Theobald closes his eyes and devotes himself to the sound of the instrument, attempting to use the bridge built by the notes to probe deep into Lisbeth Dawson's heart and find the locking key to her mind.

However.

At that moment, there was a crisp sound, a string suddenly snapped, and with this sudden sound, Theobald felt as if he had been bounced away from a secret realm that he was about to touch by an invisible force, and an unprecedented sense of frustration surged into his heart.

"How is this possible?"

He was secretly shocked in his heart, then asked himself, "Why is it impossible to enter her heart? Could it be that the hypnosis technique has failed? No, it's definitely not a problem with the technique ..."

A thought flashed through his mind, causing him to snap, "Could it be ...!"

Theobald turned quickly and rejoined Lisbeth Dawson, carefully taking her pulse.

At that moment, he was almost certain that -

She was pregnant!

This discovery was like a bolt from the blue, causing the anger and resentment in his heart to instantly explode, so much so that he couldn't help but slam the door hard and leave angrily.

Outside the door, Baird's voice with a hint of worry, trying to retain him: "Alas, big brother, you wait ..."

But at this time, Theobald, has no time to care, just speed up the pace, alone through the cabin, stepped on the deck, facing the cold sea breeze, looking at the boundless night, the heart of mixed feelings.

Facing the fact that she was pregnant with someone else's child, the pain in her heart and the complexity of her feelings were perhaps the only thing that Theobald could feel most deeply at this moment.