After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563: A Mother’s Invitation

Of course, no one thought Marcus had the slightest possibility of becoming Hassen City’s heir, but there had been many cases of delusional mothers doing their best to give their children a chance.

Typically, pregnancy would become dangerous around other women connected to the leading family. This was especially the case because most women in recent years were pregnant due to the fertility pills.

Octavia didn’t answer immediately, though she did sit down in the end, causing grief to her own people.

"How is your pregnancy going?" Zinnia asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"It’s fine."

"I see that you haven’t been eating well."

Octavia flinched, looking at the other woman. "You could tell?"

Zinnia nodded, gesturing for her to drink. "Stay hydrated and drink nourishing food. It will help the swelling and give energy."

Octavia paused before nodding indifferently. Zinnia returned her attitude with a gentle smile.

"Us women have to carry the burden of another life, we need as much energy as we can get."

She remembered her own pregnancy. Because of her depression from being away from home and losing her first child, she didn’t have the energy to eat. She almost lost Margeary at the time, and her world almost caved in.

"No one will take care of your body other than you," she said. "I know that carrying the child of someone you dislike is very difficult, but he or she is part of you."

Octavia’s eyes flickered, unconsciously touching her stomach. Was her dislike of the child so obvious?

"They are more your child than theirs. What did they contribute other than their seeds?"

"I promise that if you dismiss the idea of those men, you would love motherhood too."

Octavia entered a bit of a daze, her delicate fingers on the cup tightening just a bit. "I don’t know how to be a mother."

"No one truly does when starting out, sometimes even after giving birth to two," she chuckled, referring to herself. "As long as you’re sincere in your care, sincere in wanting the best for them, that is enough.

"Do you have any cravings?"

Octavia looked and wondered about it.

"You should listen to them—it might be the nutrients your body needs."

Octavia’s face was stoic, but the way her hand squeezed the cup a bit was very telling.

The topic was oddly becoming uncomfortable to Octavia for some reason, and she immediately put a wall back up again. "I’m not here to chat, Lady Zinnia."

Zinnia was not offended. She simply nodded, waving her hand to invite her to speak. "Then do tell the purpose of your visit."

"I heard that your new guard served the Golds just before they fell," she said, tracing over Silva, whose hair had been dyed black. "I’m just wondering how convenient it is that he’s now guarding you."

"Yes, Silva here was a servant of the Golds," she said. "But he fled when they did, and he went here as a show of loyalty to our family. He wouldn’t get in trouble for that, would he?"

Octavia looked at her before shaking her head.

"You can come visit me any time," Zinnia said. "No need to have this excuse."

Octavia’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her, glaring a bit, and she refused to admit she was ’seen’.

"I’m being sincere," Zinnia said. "Women can chat without having a reason to, you know. Not that I have had many friends in my lifetime, but it has been my dream to have close friendships with other women."

Octavia looked at her, wondering if she was being formal or if there was something she wanted from her.

Octavia had grown so big and so capable, not because she was a trusting person. Her instinct with people was usually very strong.

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