She began to grow nervous at his prolonged silence.

“Are you still there, Mister? You didn’t faint, did you?”

“No.” Nico closed his eyes wearily. “I’m exhausted and would like to take a nap,” he murmured.

“No! Don’t fall asleep!”

She banged madly on the wall to keep him awake. “You’re badly hurt, and you might never wake up if you fall asleep!”

Nico was amused.

Having been training in the barracks with Cedrick from a young age, he would not die that easily.

Aside from Cedrick and Gwendolyn, she was the first person who cared so deeply for him without knowing who he was. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“Mister? Are you asleep? Or are you almost dead?”

An urgent hammering on the wall sounded again.

“No.”

She heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll keep you company if you’re feeling sleepy. Would you like to hear a story?”

“Do you know any scary ones?”

“Uh… Aren’t we living through one right now?”

Nico gazed weakly about the cell and chuckled.

Indeed, it was quite eerie.

“I know some morbid jokes, Mister.”

“This dungeon is morbid enough.”

are more morbid

a pleasant half

the doctor, who was arranged by Charles, arrived to

back to

even reduced the area she was permitted access to

nor was she displeased. She only asked him

regard to her meals, however, Charles did

a half weeks pregnant, Gwendolyn began exhibiting symptoms of morning sickness and drowsiness—signs of hormonal imbalance. In response, Charles employed

noon, Charles received

“Mother.”

before her across the

down the cup of coffee with a grave expression. “Be honest with me. Is the child in the

aback. Keeping his gaze

you still lying to

lost her temper and overturned her unfinished cup to the ground. The coffee splashed onto

coffee table was lined with carpet, the impact hardly caused

marched around the coffee table, knelt beside her, and wiped her hand with a damp

devotion, Kylie felt her rage subside. She spoke again, employing a tone of

done some digging and found that she is engaged in Chanaea. Besides, I saw the

his head bowed, refusing to

impression she had of

did

her fingers

son could be when he made up his mind, so she sighed. “Either marry another woman or have

looked up at once. “I will either marry her or

through an abortion. I would like her to bear this child. If I come to regret it after marrying her, I can simply

long as you live? You won’t

in the sore spot Charles had kept suppressed over

“Is my existence not a wretched one, Mother? You did this, too, didn’t you?

“You little sh*t!”

shock. Enraged, she slapped him across the

to whom she owed so

for causing you so

hand and smiled. “It’s all right. It didn’t

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