Chapter 105 He Killed His Own Child

Landing on my tailbone, a sharp pain exploded through me, snapping me back to reality. I looked over to see Moore at the well's edge after being pulled out by Idris. She was gasping for air, weakly slumped against Idris and coughing continuously, her face as white as a ghost. I figured if Idris had been just a second later, she would have been a goner. His eyes were on me, icy and almost completely void of warmth, filled with what seemed like loathing. I could tell he was furious. He did not say a word. He just scooped Moore up in his arms and walked away. "Iddy, my stomach's killing me," Moore whimpered, curled up in Idris's embrace, clutching her belly. Her usually pretty face was contorted with pain, almost beyond recognition. "Don't worry, we're heading to the hospital right now," Idris said, carrying her quickly away. I just sat there staring at the spot where Moore had been, the damp ground stained with a smear of her blood. I felt numb like a soulless puppet, with only a