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!!

moments later, a layer of joy barst forth in his dark eyes. Trying to offer the gentlest smile he could manage, he softly soothed,

shining brightly, and the garden was filled with blooming flowers. It was a

overalls and a brown beret atop his head, looking both trendy and fashionable from head

he glanced around seriously, his delicately sculpted, cherubic face looking

again behind your mommy's back, haven't you?" The elderly gardener chuckled as he saw the little one approach. "Careful or your mommy will give you a

instantly smiled, squinting his eyes, and replied, "No way, Mommy is the

straightened up and teased, "Last time you picked John's best roses that were intended for the Queen and

"Th-that was just a gentle pat, an act of

group of gardeners burst into laughter, and the

hall with your mommy? Are you planning to pick more of John's precious roses?" Theo shook his head and raised the notebook in his

surprised, "You're so

I can!" Theo puffed out his

notes for your mommy and maybe she'll

antics made it hard for anyone

graceful figure

red dress beneath a cream-colored coat, making her skin look even more radiant, like fine

one shoulder, her petite face as small as a palm, with bright eyes and

arrived, it felt as though the garden's

saw her son picking a flower, making one

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disappeared.

I'm not like this, so where

up and settle your

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

that mean you'll come

moment, "Maybe. I can't guarantee when

will always be waiting for you. After all, both the Queen and Prince Loren admire you so much." Maeve also smiled, Tm incredibly grateful

anyone, and her previous identity and qualifications couldn't be

who recommended her to the palace's chief designer. After a series of tests,