Chapter 20 A Brother
Kaelith sighed. ’Does this mean I’ll be having a younger brother?’ His brows furrowed.
As far as he was concerned, he had never cared about anyone except himself. Aura was the first person he had cared for, and she had plunged a knife through his chest.
Now, looking at the baby in the maid’s arms, he already felt annoyed at the thought of a baby running around him.
He turned to Agnes. She had an irritated glint in her calm eyes. ’Don’t mother him, it will be too much hassle for me.’
Agnes was the most unpredictable person he had encountered... except for himself. She could say one thing while meaning another.
"Empress, you have to obey the Emperor. You are the mother of the Empire. Raising a child will be nothing but more grace to your name."
Plum glared at the middle-aged maid. But she didn’t utter a word. She turned to Agnes, who still sat calmly in her chair.
"What about Lady Artherine? Why not give the baby to her to raise?" Her voice was low and deliberate.
"Unfortunately, Lady Artherine cannot take him in, as she has not been feeling well lately. You are the best person to raise the child," the maid answered. Her expression was already showing how much she wanted to give them the child as if the baby disgusted her.
"Hmm. I see." Agnes rose and walked towards the maid. Her eyes were fixated on her like a predator on its prey. The maid swallowed, cold beads of sweat forming on her face.
Agnes trailed her eyes down to the baby, who seemed peaceful and oblivious to the dreadful world he was born into.