The hidden chamber beneath the ship's cabin was far too bloody and eerie, cries rising one after another.
At the sight, Jian Ran began to wonder whether Diana actually liked dissection, or whether her parents had deliberately nurtured that interest in her.
After all, at this very moment, the little girl felt intense resistance, her whole body trembling uncontrollably...
She was nothing like the coldhearted freak Lu Yanting had described.
"Mommy," the tender little voice sounded again, timid and frightened. "Will I have to give up my organs like them?"
The woman gently pinched her cheek. "Sweetheart, of course you won't."
"The Lord needs an angel who is whole and intact."
"You are that angel!"
Diana relaxed. "Then can I wait until after my birthday to become an angel?"
The woman hesitated for an instant, then gently nodded. "Of course. Your birthday tonight will be a beautiful memory you'll never forget."
"Thank you, Mommy." Diana smiled in the firelight and kissed the woman's forehead. "Mommy, I love you."
Not far away was a "slaughter scene" filled with desperate screams, while this mother and daughter acted out their "family affection" as though no one else were there.
The scene was so bizarre that it sent chills down the spine.
Diana returned to her room and, with the nanny's help, changed into an exquisite, lavish lace dress. She spun excitedly twice before the vanity mirror, her azure eyes filled with happiness.
"Auntie, do I look pretty?" she asked the nanny, fluttering her long eyelashes.
The nanny was expressionless and utterly cold. "Yes."
Jian Ran quietly observed through the mirror.
With her dark brown hair and blue eyes, Diana was clearly of mixed heritage.
Her mother, meanwhile, had slightly yellowish skin and almond-shaped eyes, features entirely consistent with Chinese ancestry.
In other words,