"Oh, I see. Then I'll come by your house tonight. Maybe I can solve the problem while I'm there," Geralt said. "By the way, what did your husband say about you and your son staying at a hotel?"
At the mention of her husband, Melinda's expression dimmed. "He was very angry. We had an argument over the phone."
Geralt arranged to visit Melinda's house at seven that evening.
Melinda looked at Geralt expectantly. "So we won't have to stay at the hotel tonight?"
After thinking for a moment, Geralt said, "Don't check out just yet."
Better safe than sorry.
He escorted Melinda to the door again.
"Miss Melinda, don't worry. If the Devil is real, then the Holy Father is real too."
"Thank you."
A baby's hand pressed against Melinda's swollen belly, as though it wanted to tear through her stomach and escape.
"Found it!"
An eight-year-old might not have fully understood what was happening, but children could sense their parents' emotions.
Benjamin's expression did not change. He even smiled.
"You're Melinda Robert, Joseph's husband." Melinda's expression turned ugly.
"What the hell does that have to do with you? Just tell me whether you can handle it."
A cold, sinister aura rushed toward him.
In Benjamin's memories, Benjamin had white hair and black eyes. Yet the Benjamin walking toward him had a pair of deep blue eyes.
He entered the bedroom, where his son Robbie was looking through a picture book.
This was happiness.
Benjamin lifted his foot and kicked Melinda flying.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Winchester was an exceptionally skilled hacker who called himself the god of the internet. Then an actual ghost followed the network cable to his door and scared the fake god half to death. Benjamin had saved his miserable life.
"Oh, I'll wait and