Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 11 - Inheritance

"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."

Oswyn hurried towards the house where Eleanor was staying. Fiona and the other elder followed close behind.

When they entered, they saw Eleanor sitting up in bed, her face still pale. She smiled weakly upon seeing them. "Greetings, Elders."

and immediately checked her condition. After a while, he sighed in relief. "You've recovered well. There are no issues or backlash. Do

for a moment, then admitted, "I'm

laughter, breaking the tension. Eleanor asked, "How long was

the seventh day," Oswyn

It only felt like a few hours to

clearly. Oswyn reassured her, "That's normal. The longest record stands at ten days, a

alone. Do not discuss it with others. The guidance we receive from our ancestors is specially tailored to our individual weaknesses and strengths. We must keep both hidden while

in

of medicinal soup for Eleanor. She thanked them

as Eleanor began to feel tired, the elders let her rest

***

strength returning, she decided to take a stroll outside. As she stepped out, the morning sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting golden hues over the village. The entire scene looked ethereal, as though nature herself embraced this

Wooden houses were scattered around a large courtyard, leaving space for new constructions. It resembled something out of a

took in the beauty of the place, Fiona approached from

morning, Fiona,"

"Do you

"I think

Fiona said. "Follow me. I'll give you

where modern buildings stood in stark contrast to the wooden houses