Della’s POV
As I was dragging her, Diana had no choice but to follow me.
Behind, she kept on speaking, “Ms. Della, please, let’s just go back. They are just low-lifes who are way too vulgar. You don’t need to associate and bother yourself because of them.”
I didn’t listen to her and kept going.
“I know… I know how great you are, and I believe in your abilities. But you have to think about your pup. You need to be cautious. The first two months of pregnancy are the most risky. You might face mental shock and physical injury, which can lead to miscarriage…” she diligently reminded me, and then I stopped walking.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and handed it over to Diana. “Here, take a video secretly, and don’t think of anything else.”
Letting go of Diana’s hand, I started walking when Trisha, my wolf, suddenly warned me, “Della, your pregnancy is affecting our abilities. If we fight, it may hurt our puppy.”
I smirked. “Don’t you believe me?”