My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Monbatten's features were unmistakably foreign—thick brows, deep-set eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard on his strong jawline.

As he observed Keira, there was a flicker of familiarity in his gaze, his attention lingering on her longer than was customary.

The silence was finally broken by Jenkins, who stepped forward with a friendly smile.

"King Monbatten, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm South Jenkins." Monbatten shifted his focus, realization dawning on his face.

"Ah, it's you.

I never imagined that after leaving Country A, you'd settle in Crera.

How have you been?" Jenkins nodded.

"Not too bad." She then stepped aside to introduce Keira and Erin.

Ryan, seated nearby, had been prepared to make introductions but chose to remain quiet, observing instead.

When Erin was introduced as a medical expert, Monbatten glanced at her skeptically.

"A physician this young?" Erin waved her hands.

"Not exactly.

I specialize in toxins.

If there's something wrong in your system, I can use specific toxins to neutralize harmful agents—kind of like fighting fire with fire." Her words were a bit roundabout, and it wasn't clear if Monbatten fully understood.

as he alternated between looking at Jenkins and Keira

he motioned for Erin to

focus, while Keira drew a blood sample and began analyzing it on a portable device

had encountered countless cases, but infertility

examination, every test returned the same result: Monbatten was in perfect

the other hand, concluded her assessment with

a volcanic area or spent time in extremely

before." Erin clapped her hands lightly,

can impact certain aspects of fertility—not necessarily the quality of your, uh, contribution, but its ability to pair with

it simply, your

um, expand your options

already have over a hundred women in my court." "Then," Erin said, folding her arms, "you'll need to ensure you visit one every

each person gets their

schedule, huh?" Monbatten's

interested

just want a child—any

needs an

Erin tilted her head, resting a hand on her

but I can't promise it'll work." Monbatten's shoulders slumped as a shadow crossed his

king's despair, interjected

a saying: 'Good things are worth the wait.' Perhaps your child

do, I'm sure they'll be remarkable." The king offered a faint smile, though the sorrow in

Keira exchanged

unwilling to exploit the

to Keira with

and giving him that heir yourself?" "Get lost."