Kakarot had just entered the room when Lina turned her gaze toward him. Seeing the filthy child in his arms, who looked like a little beggar, she could not help asking in surprise:
"Kakarot, this child is...?"
Rouge's attention was caught as well, and she looked over curiously.
Looking at the pitiful child in Kakarot's arms, with her haggard face and ragged clothes, Rouge felt a surge of complicated emotions.
She unconsciously stroked her belly, which was not yet showing, silently counting herself fortunate to have Kakarot and the others looking after her.
After all, she could not bear to imagine her own child living as miserably as the child before her after being born, left all alone at such a young age.
Of course, what she did not know was that the child in her womb carried the Pirate King's blood and possessed extraordinary talent. Even if her child lived alone in the future, things might not be quite so dire.
"Sister Lina, I went out for a walk earlier,"
Kakarot said as he carefully walked to the bedside and gently laid the sleeping Robin on the bed.
"I found a bunch of brats bullying this little beggar, so I rescued her."
As he spoke, he gently pried open Robin's small hand, which was still clutching his clothes tightly, handling her as delicately as a fragile treasure.
Then he reached out and stroked her head, as though trying to smooth the brow she had knitted tightly from the pain in her body.
Kakarot looked at Lina, his eyes full of concern and inquiry.
"Sister Lina, this little beggar has quite a few injuries. Should we treat them now, or wait until she wakes up?"
Lina shook her head slightly, gazing softly at the child on the bed as she