Chapter 7 Let Fate Decide
"Is that the main issue right now, Dimitri? I got poisoned and you did not even bother to investigate the incident since you claimed you didn’t do it. Do you hate me so much that you don’t care about my situation or your child’s?" Agnes’ voice dripped with pain and hate.
"You... you..." before Dimitri could say anything, Agnes interrupted again.
"Take me back to my room, Patriarch." She averted her gaze, which turned cold and icy.
"Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Agnes... You haven’t answered my question yet... Why the hell is your child weird?" Dimitri fumed in anger, his fingers trembling. He hated it when Agnes acted like she was graceful and demure when she was a green snake under the green grass.
The Patriarch raised his hand. "Enough!" A ripple traveled through the air, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. However, Dimitri’s eyes turned into a surprised one, he did not believe that his father had used the silent spell on him, and the worst part of it all was that he was unable to break it.
’Is this some movie or what? This family is a mess,’ he suckled on his little fingers.
"Hear me and hear me well," the Patriarch’s voice thundered like a thousand storms. "From today henceforth, there will be no crown prince. All the legitimate sons have the right to the throne. Let the throne belong to the one who proves himself, not the one chosen by deceit. Let fate be the dictator."
Immediately after he finished his words, he withdrew the spell. Artherine, who had been trying to mask her displeasure all this while, could no longer bear the weight of the burden in her heart. "Patriarch, you can’t just change the rules that have been in the Pendragon family for ages," her voice laced with malicious venom.
"And you are changing the rules because of Agnes and her child? What about me? What about my child who is the rightful heir!!?" she yelled at the top of her lungs, rising to her feet with her baby in her arms.