Chapter 305: Family reunion
Leave it," Beatrix whispered, her hand resting gently on Remo’s shoulder. "It’s all right, big brother." She cast him a defeated look, retracting her hand from his shoulder as she moved forward. Reluctantly, Remo stepped back, allowing her to approach Bolivar.
"What do you want now?" Beatrix hissed, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Forgive me, mia principesa," he began, his tone heavy with sincerity.
"Don’t call me that!" Beatrix’s retort was heated, edged with a sense of wounded pride.
"You’re right," he conceded solemnly, catching her off guard. Their eyes locked, and she searched his gaze, perplexed. "I’ve lost the privilege to address you so personally. My choice has shattered that bond. I thought that my decision alone could bring you happiness."
His words seemed to tug at Beatrix’s chest uncomfortably. She instinctively pressed a hand to her heart, as if physically trying to alleviate the pain. Against her will, fresh tears welled in her eyes.
"Don’t cry, mia principesa. I won’t stay long if it—"
"Don’t," she interrupted, her voice firm but her sentence remaining unfinished. Bolivar regarded her, an expectant expression on his face. Yet, she offered nothing more. He cleared his throat, about to speak again.
"I see you’re pregnant," he interjected, his tone changed, softer.