Lorian’s face went stiff. Staring at Talia fiercely, the young boy said, “She’s not my mom! She’s a vampire!”

Talia’s delicate face was contorted with rage at once.

However, she maintained her patience, knelt before him, and tried to convince him in a lovely tone, “You’re a good boy, Lorian! Your little brother is sick. So, I’m going to need you to give him your bone marrow. Will you do it?”

Lorian grumbled, “No way! I’m not doing it for a bloodsucking vampire!”

Then, the young boy’s teache