Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 219

After a long while, Clemente put the pregnancy stick into his pocket and picked up the lemonade again.

He crossed the lawn and found Janet and the twins by the water fountain.

“You are back!” Belle jumped up as soon as she saw him, “Come and smell the roses, Clemente. The gardener just picked it out for us.”

“Thank you, Princess Belle, but I am good,” Clemente replied in a polite yet distant voice.

Then he turned to Janet, “Lady Janet, I was wondering if I could ask for a day off today.”

“A day off?” Janet was stunned, “W–What for?”

She couldn’t get him out of her sight for even one second when she tried to dispose of that pregnancy stick.

And now he was asking for a day off?

It sounded too good to be true.

Clemente’s face remained expressionless, “My brother died on this very day, 6 years

ago.”

A deathly silence fell upon them.

“…I am sorry. I didn’t know about that,” Janet said lowly after a long pause.

“It is alright. But I want to visit him at the cemetery. Bring him some flowers. Let him know that I am doing OK.”

“Of course,” Janet nodded hastily. “Go.”

“And can you stay with Prince Wells and Princess Belle before I come back? That way I will know that you are safe.”

“Just go, man. We are with Janet,” Wells said.

Belle picked up a bunch of roses and handed it to Clemente, her eyes misty,

give this to Keavy? Let him know that we all miss him very much.”

“I will. Thank you, Princess Belle.”

can you

With the bunch of roses in his hand, Clemente turned and left the water fountain. 45 minutes later, he arrived at the Lycan’s cemetery, which was perched on the summit of the mountain, overlooking the sprawling valleys below.

The air was thin, and the distant echoes of nature’s melodies seemed muted by the weight of grief that clung to the place.

As Clemente climbed up the winding path, he could feel the crisp mountain breeze carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, intermingled with the aroma of roses in his hand.

Keavy was buried at the center of this graveyard, underneath an ancient tree.

When Clemente arrived, there were already two people standing by Keavy’s grave. One was a lady dressed in a black dress, and the other was a boy at around 7 years old.

“You are late.”

Agnes turned around, with tears still glittering in her eyes.

was with Janet and the twins,” Clemente

the boy’s hair, “How are you,

Bryn was Keavy’s kid.

that sometimes Clemente felt that he could

their personalities

He was like a magnet, drawing everyone around to

up. This boy was quiet and sullen, eyes always looking down at

answer Clemente’s question but

avoid his uncle’s

let out

brother’s tombstone and set the

asked me to bring

“Take it away!”

sharp abruptly, “Keavy hated the roses. You know that. Clemente frowned, “No

her teary eyes, looking hurt, “Are you…Are you saying that I have forgotten what my husband likes or doesn’t

his eyebrows grew

want to argue

he moved the roses a little to the

“Happy?” he asked quietly.

“…What

for a few

that pregnancy test

“What is this?”

from him, “A pregnancy test? Why am

dating someone right now.

voice suddenly grew shrill

dating that obnoxious little

Clemente looked offended.

is not obnoxious,”

you are defending

Agnes’s cheeks as she

expelled me from my own tea party, Clemente! How can you ever hang out with her? You swore to your brother on his deathbed that you would always help and support me. Have you completely forgotten what

“Enough!” Clemente growled.

taking in a deep breath to organize his

if it upsets

took it from

is n

on her

and wider, with a mixed emotion of disbelief, rage, and panic

she screamed abruptly at the top of

by her

“Agnes!” Clemente snapped.

niece’s shoulder, “You can go

need to talk.”

his mother an anxious look

face, “Can you watch yourself around the kid? You scared

listening to

forth in front of Keavy’s tombstone,

is pregnant…pregnant with

to Clemente, “It is Westin’s child,

face tightened, “I don’t

“I bet it is!”