Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

"It's been seven days. She still hasn't woken up?" Fiona asked elegantly as she entered the room. She had been away attending to her business after the ancestral moon ceremony and had just returned to Rayndell.

"She's fine. I also checked on her fetus. Both mother and child are healthy. There's nothing to worry about," Oswyn replied in a monotone voice.

"You took five days to recover. My aunt spent ten days assimilating the knowledge she received. So what's the issue here? I wouldn't be concerned unless her health started deteriorating," Oswyn added.

"It's not that I'm worried," Fiona said, "It's just been so long since an Elizabeth has appeared. Our family needs a boost in today's business world, and I'm just feeling anxious."

Oswyn shook his head. "Don't stress yourself. Business is just a mean to suppress others. As long as we elders are alive, no one will dare to harm a Raynor."

Fiona sighed. "I know that. But you're out of touch with today's industries. The tech sector dominates the market now, and we entered it too late. The major shares have already been taken. I planned to send Eleanor into this industry. Also, your method of fighting is risky in the modern world. Who knows? Other families might already have robot soldiers."

Oswyn smirked. "So, you're calling me an old geezer?" His tone was teasing. "You brat, do you need a spanking like old times?"

Fiona chuckled and took a step back. "No, I didn't."

At that moment, another elder entered the room. "Elder Oswyn, come quickly! Eleanor is awake."