My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Keira and Jenkins exchanged a glance, then shifted their attention back to the scene unfolding in front of them.

Jenkins leaned in and murmured, "If Monbatten really adopts the prince's son, the power struggle in Country A will split into two factions. It doesn't directly affect us—if anything, the more chaos there is, the better chance we have to reclaim our position. But, considering he just promised to support my return, wishing ill on him feels a bit... ungrateful."

Keira nodded in agreement.

Little Amy, however, piped up indignantly, "Daddy already has me as his daughter! Why would he need someone else's kid?"

Erin couldn't help but laugh. "Amy, you've got quite the imagination. Do you really think you're a little princess?"

"I am a princess!" Amy declared, hands on her hips, glaring defiantly at Erin.

Before anyone could respond, Amy glanced at Monbatten with a worried expression, then made a sudden dash toward him. Jenkins, quick on his feet, caught her by the back of her collar, scooping her up into his arms. "Whoa there, kiddo! That's not just a casual argument over there. Those kinds of disputes can get serious—life-or-death serious. Stay out of it."

Amy kicked her little legs in frustration. "But I am his kid! Why doesn't anyone believe me? Ugh!"

Keira gave Amy a sidelong glance, her expression thoughtful.

Meanwhile, the tension in the room escalated. Monbatten and his brother stared each other down, their mutual hostility almost tangible.

broke the silence. "Why aren't you saying

his gaze and said calmly, "Why don't you check your

my phone have to do with anything? Stop

at the screen and hesitated before answering the call. Whatever was said on the other end made his face

measured. "If your oil fields were above board, there'd be nothing

"You—"

public. Otherwise…" His gaze flicked briefly to the ten-year-old boy standing nearby.

argument against him, Monbatten left his brother

prince took a deep breath, clearly trying to rein in his anger. "Fine, Monbatten. You win this round. But you'll have to come back eventually. The rest of the royal family has already made their decision. Once you return,

he spun on his heel, ready to

said, his voice calm

stopped, glancing back warily. Monbatten gestured toward the boy.

turned an even deeper shade of red, but he said nothing. He ushered his entourage to leave, their once-proud procession reduced to

once they were

a weary sigh. "Crera is my last hope. If I can find a cure here, or at least someone who can help me father a child, I might be able to buy myself more time. If

its price, Monbatten. The greater the power, the heavier the chains that bind