494 A Young Child
Selma Payne’s POV:
I was right.
Casti couldn’t help but tremble. I could even hear the sound of his teeth chattering. The boy completely broke down because of an ambiguous question. Tears welled in his eyes as if he was about to cry the next second.
I was a little helpless about this because most of the men I’d met in my life weren’t like Casti. Compared to the arrogant and despotic boy he was when he was young, this boy was now more like a delicate little rabbit. Even the slightest movement could hurt his fragile heart.
For example, right now, I was afraid he’d burst into tears the next second, and if word got out, it’d look like I was bullying the weak.
The thing that I was most worried about still happened. Casti began to sob uncontrollably. Large teardrops fought to escape from his eyes, leaving puddles of water on the light green brocade mat.
“I swear to the goddess, I have no intention of hiding anything,” the child cried and spoke like a duck. “I did my best to follow your instructions. I really didn’t find anything unusual. Be it my family or the Evaria Family, there’s nothing. I was too useless, Your Highness, please forgive me, please forgive me!”
I helplessly handed him a few tissues. “Alright, alright. If you don’t have it, then you don’t have it. Why are you crying? You’re really not like a man.”
Due to my sarcastic words, Casti cried even harder.
Fortunately, his tears came and went quickly. Seeing that I had been silent, he carefully put away those spring-like tears and nervously curled up in the corner of the sofa furthest away from me as if he was afraid of provoking me for any reason.
I didn’t want to spend any more time with this boy made of glass. I told him to continue doing what I told him to do and let him go.
Dorothy happened to be waiting for me. When she saw that Casti had left quickly, like a rabbit escaping from a tiger’s den, she asked in confusion, “He seems to be crying. I hope there won’t be any strange rumors spreading the next day.”
Even though she said that, the way she looked at me was already very strange.
“It was just a routine question,” I replied grumpily. “The child’s mental strength is too weak.”
Dorothy shrugged and changed the topic.
“About the wolf cub and the other child’s examination reports.” She handed me two stacks of documents. “The child has entered a stable growth period. Lester said he won’t have any more premature growth for now.”
The wolf cub’s current appearance had already grown to the age of a two-year-old child. It could crawl and walk and could also speak some simple words. It seemed no different from any ordinary two-year-old child.
The child was still genderless, but there was no hormonal disorder. Lester and the others believed the so-called human form was just a temporary choice of the wolf cub’s form. Based on what I told them, the wolf cub would experience a few more transformations in the future, so we couldn’t simply look at the wolf cub with human standards.
As for young Sunflower, his situation was much simpler. He was a pure, ordinary baby, a toddler, no different from any other child.
Other than the fact that he had grown to the size of a two-year-old in his mother’s womb, this healthy and strong child had saved a lot of effort for medical care, and he had never experienced any more excessive growth.
I didn’t have to worry about the children’s health, but another thing came up: the people were curious about my child, whom they had long heard of. It had been two years since the wolf cub was born, and the outside world might spread rumors that something had happened to the child. This was not a good thing for social stability and the royal family’s image.
In addition, since I’d decided to adopt little Sunflower, what identity should I give him? The royal family’s side branches were withered, and I had no reliable relatives on my mother’s side. I couldn’t even use the title of ‘relative’s child’ if I wanted to.
However, it was not yet time for the children to show up. At the very least, Aldrich was still carrying out his ‘top secret mission’. Before his ‘return’, this could be put on hold. After all, it was not good for the child’s father to be absent.
Speaking of this, Aldrich’s current situation made me increasingly worried.
The Evaria Family could not provide the antidote because the bottle of poisoned wine was not made by them but by the cultists.
The other ingredients were fine, but the evil power contained in the wine made us helpless. This power became a curse after Aldrich drank it. New Flow could only devour power with form but could not do anything to invisible things. Even the most experienced and knowledgeable werewolf grandmasters were helpless against the curse personally cast by a demon.
“It’s a very ancient curse,” Master Mary said bluntly. “It’s a completely lost ancient curse. Given its unique form, I’m unsure if it can be identified as a ‘curse’ by current standards. I believe that other than the demon himself, there is a high probability that no one else can remove it.”
This was practically a death sentence for Aldrich.
