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Isabelle fell silent when she saw the woman's pleading expression.
It was silence, not hesitation.
She was just quietly waiting for her to die.
With Isabelle's knowledge in the field of prophecy, she could accurately estimate the time of death.
She did not want to lie to this woman, nor did she want her to suffer more pain before she died.
Therefore, silence was the best way to deal with it.
"You will save her, right?
"She is innocent."
Half of the woman's body was buried in the ruins, and she was still begging him. Her pale lips trembled violently, and her life force was fading bit by bit.
"You will…" the woman said foolishly.
Three.
Two.
One.
Isabelle counted down coldly in her heart.
Just as she predicted, the woman in front of her took her last breath. Her pupils quickly dilated, and her body became stiff. However, her originally weak and slender hands still stubbornly held the baby high.
Isabelle calmly took the baby from her hands.
The baby turned over.
