I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 141
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Duke Loren whispered with the door closed.
For some reason, the royal family had helped restore the estate, which had fallen into disarray. The servants they sent filled the house, allowing life to return to normal quickly, but it also meant they could not escape scrutiny.
Duke Loren suddenly found himself feeling contempt for his wife, who continued to act as she always had.
Had she grown up so sheltered that she couldn’t see what was happening around them?
“Do you really not know who caused that ruckus?”
“Ugh, what are you trying to say? You’re only getting worse. If I had known you were this terrible of a person, I would never have married you.”
Arta glared at him, tears streaming down her face.
“That’s not the issue! Bayern! The bloodline of the Stein royal family—have you forgotten that?”
“…What are you talking about? They’re all dead.”
Arta clutched her skirt, completely unable to comprehend what her husband was saying.
The color drained from her face, and her chin began to tremble. The memories of that day came rushing back.
“Huh.”
She dashed straight to the bathroom. How could she forget that horrifying day when innocent lives were brutally taken?
They had changed history, deceived people, and had continued living as if nothing had happened.
She had been deceiving herself all along.
“Tsk. It’s not like this is new information, so why are you suddenly making such a fuss? If you’re that weak, then of course Emilia will act the same way!”
Arta squeezed her eyes shut. People had forgotten Bayern. And she had pushed those memories away as well.
It was the only way she could survive. How hard had it been to adapt to life in the Loren family after marrying into it?
Arta wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
Stepping back outside, she asked Duke Loren, “…Are you sure it’s Bayern?”
“Absolutely. Those red eyes—clearly, those are Bayern’s eyes. Now I understand why Duke Heinrich was so reluctant to oppose my daughter’s marriage.”
“You said they were all dead! That there wasn’t a single descendant left…!”
“What if they anticipated this situation and sent another branch of the bloodline away when they were young? I never even heard that there was a daughter!”
That was their downfall. Bayern appeared to be far more cunning than expected.
Duke Loren felt the blood draining from his face.
“Then… what should we do? My daughter is in that man’s hands… and he has kept Emilia close to him…”
Arta felt dizzy. It was clear that he intended to keep the daughter of his enemy by his side and slowly drain her of life.
If they truly are Bayern, there would be no way for Duke Loren to survive.
“That’s why I told you! She needs to have a child. You, too, couldn’t leave my side once you had Emilia. That’s what family is about.”
Duke Loren took a deep breath to collect his thoughts.
“Does that bastard know about this?”
At some point, his mind began to spin. The relationship between the royal family and Duke Heinrich may appear solid, but if the Duke was indeed the bloodline they suspected, he would surely betray Adrian.
The very reason for placing Adrian on the throne was likely due to his weak legitimacy as an illegitimate child.
“Emilia knows nothing! You know she was only eight years old back then.”
Emilia had been thoroughly educated in the Loren household. She was taught that whatever she learned was the only truth, leaving her unable to harbor any doubts.
Their ties with the Konrad royal family had grown strong, establishing the Loren family as one of the most solid noble houses in Bartsch since that day.
They had amassed countless riches and lived comfortably with power in hand.
“If Emilia finds out, I won’t survive.”
Arta desperately hoped her daughter would remain unaware of the terrible acts she had committed. What good would it do to tell her that she had no choice in the matter?
She was just as much a monster as the rest of them.
“The king probably doesn’t know yet. If he did, he would have eliminated the Duke long ago.”
Though he had no evidence, Duke Loren had brainwashed himself into believing it.
“The fact that they haven’t killed us yet, despite not recognizing the royal family, means they still need us.”
“Once our usefulness is over, we’ll end up dead anyway. Please, don’t do anything.”
Emilia had to be saved at all costs.
“Shut up. If you can’t be of any help, stay quiet. Do you think I raised that girl to be the rose of the Loren family for no reason?”
“…This is really the worst. How can you…”
Arta shook her head. She needed to come up with a way to protect her daughter.
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Boestin clicked her tongue at the bleak appearance of the greenhouse.
“What a dismal landscape. Bartsch truly has no interest in art and nature.”
“Not entirely. The Loren family…”
She had started to speak with a faint smile, but her expression hardened.
Boestin noticed Emilia, who looked somewhat sad, and quickly changed the subject.
“How about decorating the garden? It feels as dull as Mikhail here.”
“A mansion without flowers is rare. Still, isn’t the path leading from the entrance lined with blossoms?”
