The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 211

Earlier, the nurse took her first child to the next room for examination and hadn't returned them.

Jaylen heard the notification in his earpiece, and his expression subtly changed. He stated, "We don't have time, we need to leave now."

He took the surviving second child from the doctor and placed the baby into Marve's arms, his tone calm, "Think it through."

Maeve's eyes immediately welled up, her arms trembling as she held the baby. She wanted to hold tighter but couldn't bring herself to do so. She was torn between emotions. She hadn't even had a proper chance to see the baby who had passed away. How could she bear to leave him alone here?

But she had already lost one child; she couldn't afford to lose this one too.

Byron would not let them go.

With this in mind. Maeve steeled herself and said, "Let's go."

Jaylen nodded, bent down, and carried Maeve off the operating table, walking briskly toward the exit

They had just stepped into the elevator when Byron emerged from the adjacent elevator and his men quickly surrounded the entire floor.

Tthe doctors and nurses, who were trembling under the pressure, confessed everything they knew.

Upon hearing that Maeve had left just minutes earlier, Byron's cold aura intensified as he asked in a deep voice, "Where is the child?"

The doctor shivered and stammered, "Th-the child... The child was taken to the next room for examination and was just confirmed... to have passed away

As the last words left the doctor's mouth, he could distinctly feel the temperature drop even further in Byron's gaze.

It was as if the man standing before him was a terrifying figure straight out of hell, his aura freezing to the bone. "Take me there," Byron ordered, his face devoid of emotion. "Y-yes!" The doctor hurriedly led Byron to the room, where the deceased child lay on a small bed, eyes closed, completely still.

The surging anger in Byron's chest suddenly stalled, and his steps faltered for a few seconds before he slowly approached, only to see the pale, bluish face of the child. "Already... dead?" Byron thought, his fingertips trembling slightly as he hesitated.

He gently lifted the child from the bed, holding the baby as delicately as if it were something fragile.

When the tiny, almost weightless body settled into his arms, Byron's initial joy at becoming a father was quickly replaced by an uncontrollable wave of anger "Ch-

Suddenly, a faint whimper interrupted Byron.

He thought he had misheard, but when he looked down, he saw the child in his arms, with a bright red face, letting out a

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loud wai!!

offer the gentlest smile he could manage, he softly soothed, "Don't cry. From now on, Daddy will

was filled

plaid shirt paired with denim overalls and a brown beret atop his head, looking

a notebook to his chest, he glanced around seriously, his delicately sculpted, cherubic face looking so earnest that it was hard not to smile as if he were

behind your mommy's back, haven't you?" The elderly gardener chuckled as he saw

eyes, and replied, "No way, Mommy is the most beautiful and gentle girl

John's best roses that were intended for the Queen

"Th-that was just a gentle pat, an act of love... It wasn't really a

laughter, and the garden was filled with

with your mommy? Are you planning to pick more of John's precious roses?" Theo shook his head and raised the notebook in his arms, saying sweetly, "Mommy is designing this year's royal uniforms so

gardener looked surprised, "You're

I can!" Theo puffed out his little chest as he replied. "Don't underestimate

for your mommy and maybe she'll reward

sweet talk and cute antics made it hard for anyone to

graceful figure

coat, making her skin look even more radiant, like

her petite face as small as a palm, with bright eyes and red lips, her every

she arrived, it felt as though the garden's beauty

her son picking a flower, making

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disappeared.

older. Maeve was at a loss for words as she thought, I'm not like this, so where did he get these charming

up and settle your own marriage first, Maeve joked

carefully about my earlier proposal. If you agree to stay, you'll become the next royal chief designer. You'd be the first person under thirty to hold that position." Maeve's smile faded slightly, her gaze becoming more complicated as she replied, "I appreciate the queen's kindness, but

does that mean you'll come back?"

"Maybe. I can't guarantee when

know. That position will always be waiting for you. After all, both the Queen and Prince Loren admire you so

when she first arrived in Erancia, she didn't know anyone, and her previous identity and qualifications couldn't be used, making it

the palace's chief designer. After a