Chapter 10: Who’s At Fault?
"Where is that incompetent son of yours, Elaine?" Duke Richard coldly threw a question at Lady Elaine once they were alone in her adorned spacious room.
Since his arrival this morning, he hasn’t laid eyes on that unprincipled, contemptible son of hers. He knew just like everyone else why today’s meeting was crucial, and something told him that the ignorant rascal had missed it willingly to spite him.
Who knows what sort of mischief he’s gone out to display again. Like that wasn’t enough trouble, rumors of his son paying constant visits to the upper west quarters were starting to reach his ears, and it aggravated him.
Socializing with those of the lower standards brings ruin to his name, and if he keeps up visiting such damned places, he’ll have to take the situation into his own hands.
However, Lady Elaine wasn’t bothered about what her son was up to, she always hated the way her husband referred to Cassian as ’her son’, like he never had a hand in bringing him to this world.
It wasn’t the first time he’s made such an unacceptable statement and it continuously made her blood boil.
Whenever Cassian was at fault, he became only her son and not his.
She stood up from the bed she was sitting on, looking straight into the eyes of Richard without batting an eye. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, she wasn’t in the mood to see her husband talk more of having a conversation with him, but then, she had to answer to him since she was nothing more but his mistress.
"He is ’our son’ Richard, ours!" She corrected, "our son hasn’t been spotted after attending the masquerade ball he went on your behalf, you should be worried about your child’s safety like every normal father would, but I’m not surprised thoughts like that never come to your mind, after all you trust the duchess more than me."