Heath looked at that innocent, adorable little face, his throat suddenly tightening as a bitter tang filled his nose.
"The Female Master is so kind to you, having given birth to such a little darling."
The soft, warm bundle pressed against his chest, and in that instant, he almost trembled uncontrollably.
It wasn't because he felt sorry for the child, but because that long-lost sense of attachment moved him deeply.
He used to genuinely dislike children, finding them noisy, troublesome.
Marriage was even more of a reluctant compromise, entirely arranged under family pressure.
He had repeatedly warned himself.
Accept your fate; this is reality, so stop dreaming about the impossible.
Yet no matter how hard he suppressed it, the longing deep in his heart never extinguished.
He still secretly hoped that one day, someone would genuinely and sincerely come to him.
"Female Master… you are truly ruthless."
He whispered in a voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
