Chapter 129

The autumn sunlight streaming through the window was warm. A shadow fell over Regan’s face as he leaned against the wall, staring outside.

“It seems the baby’s time has come.”

Regan muttered, gazing at the bright, sunny world.

He remembered Cerret gently stroking her belly and saying it seemed the baby would be born around autumn.

“Should I tell Yuan?”

A sigh escaped Regan’s lips. It wasn’t just anything—it was about the baby.

He kept worrying about Yuan, who seemed to be gradually fading away. What if she ended up completely uprooted, destroyed?

Perhaps he should tell her. That her child was about to be born.

“Please don’t tell the Duke.”

At that moment, Cerret’s voice echoed in his mind, and her desperate blue eyes lingered before him.

Two months after Cerret found a house in the rural village of Lonriff, Regan went to visit her. At first, he had…