His handsome face darkened even more, and wordlessly, he took out an anti-swelling spray from the medical kit and sprayed a circle on Enna Clarkâs wrist. He then pulled up her other hand and sprayed it in the same manner.
As if he were angry with himself, he said, âRemember to let me spray it again tomorrow morning.â
âHmm.â
He put the spray back in the medical kit. His expression softened somewhat as he said, âThereâs nothing I can do to change the hereditary genes of our family. If it were any other situation, I wouldnât let you make this choice. I know that such a choice is unacceptable to you, and I canât accept it eitherâ¦â
Ennaâs mood, which had barely lightened, sank again.
Baron Lawrence clenched his fist, looking at her, âI will have Adam Sinclair find someone to research if thereâs a solution. If there isnât, Enna, you must listen to me!â
ââ¦â She couldnât make such a promise.
After all, she still didnât know whether the child in her belly was a boy or a girl, and there hadnât been a real cause for her to make a choice. So she didnât know what she would choose if that day truly came.
Seeing her silence, Baron Lawrence took it as her consent. The stone that had been weighing on his heart for the past few days was finally somewhat lifted.
Only then did he think of Bobby, âEnna, just nowâ¦â He recounted how Bobby had seen her crying, how he had angrily tried to stop him, and how he had bit his leg in anger.
Upon hearing this, Enna immediately stood up, âIâll go check on him.â
Baron Lawrence didnât stop her, letting her goâ¦
â¦
In another room.
Bobbyâs eyes were agitated and red. He kept trying to wrestle the servantâs hand, âLet go of me! Let go of me! I want to find my woman! I want to find my mummy!â
âYoung Master, please stop causing strife, Lord will not hurt Ms. Clark, please stop angering Lord any further.â The servant, clearly also distressed, repeatedly tried to persuade him.
Bobby wasnât listening at all, his eyes red with anger, âYouâre lying! He bullied my mummy! He made my mummy cry! Enna is not the kind of woman who would cry over a small matter! It must be because he bullied my mummy harshly!â
âYoung Masterâ¦â
âLet go of me!â He struggled wildly, his strength startling. There were several times when the servant almost couldnât hold on and let him escape.
Having struggled for a while without being able to break free, Bobby was close to tears. He didnât care about anything else and growled like a little wolf, âYou wonât let go, will you?â
âYoung Master, please donât make it difficult for meâ¦â
All he wanted now was Enna, he didnât care about anyone else. He opened his mouth and bit down on the back of the servantâs hand.
âAh.â The pain caused the servantâs grip to slacken considerably.
Taking advantage of this, Bobby twisted his lithe body, broke free, and dove towards the doorâ¦
Just as he was halfway there, the quick-acting servant seized the collar of his clothes.
Instantly using his hands and feet, he struggled fiercely, âLet go of me! Did you hear me let go of me!â
It was at this moment.
The door opened.
Enna hurried over.
His tiny face, red from exertion, lit up, and he immediately shouted, âEnna!â
The servant didnât expect her to come over, and loosened her grip, letting go of Bobby.
Bobby made a mad dash towards Ennaâs arms, and burst into tears, âWoman, letâs go home, I donât want Dad anymore, I donât want that dubious man anymore.â