As Abigail carried the lifeless baby outside, Dorothy burst into loud sobs. Ignoring the older woman, Abigail walked straight to Samuel. He had been bound for so long his blood cirction had been cut off, leaving his face a deep shade of purple. Abigail lifted the baby high for him to see. "This is your son. You killed him."


    Tears still glistened on her cheeks. Her tone was initially calm, but her next words were filled with rage.


    "What will it take for you to finally stop? What will it take for you to behave? Look! You''ve killed your own son. You''ve brought turmoil to our family. What do you think you''re doing? Just because you think Leona fancies you, you think you can trample on everyone? You ungrateful wretch! She''s fighting for her life! Do you even understand what you''ve done wrong?"


    Samuel kept avoiding looking at his mother, and especially didn''t want to look at the lifeless baby. Having heard everything that had happened inside, he couldn''t articte his feelings at the moment, but refused to look at the baby. He hadn''t killed his son. It wasn''t his fault.


    "Take him away!" Samuel mumbled, blood bubbling from his lips. "I don''t want to see him. I won''t."


    But he did see the baby, just for a fleeting moment. The lifeless babyy there, swaddled in cloth. The baby, so handsome and precious, should have been crying and wailing, but there was only silence. This was his son... and he was dead!Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Samuel whimpered, which eventually escted into a heart-wrenching cry. "Take him away! I don''t want to see him! Mom, I know I was wrong! Untie me! I want to see her! I know now that I was wrong!" Abigail''s tears continue to flow. "It''s toote, Samuel. Some things can''t be undone. Your child won''te back to life. Nothing can return to how it was."


    Once Abigail''s anger subsided, only sorrow was left in her voice as she said, "From a young age, you''ve been my pride and joy. You began your education at six years old and earned countless praise from your teachers.


    "You became one of the top schrs at a young age, and the king handpicked you as a talented candidate. You married a duchess, became heir to the Earl of Gracehold''s family, and had a title awaiting you in the future.


    "Your life and career should have


    been smooth sailing, but you let mere fleeting pleasure ruin everything. What''s worse is that Ruby wasn''t just a normal


    courtesan. She was a concubine''s daughter from Grand Princess Eleanor''s household, sent as a calcted attack on our family. You''re an intelligent man, so how could you have fallen into that trap and gambled away your future?


    "Leona adored you, and you discarded her like she was nothing. Now, you''ve even killed your son. The bond you had with Leona is gone. You''ve lost both your status as heir and your official position-you''ve lost everything. You''ve ruined your life." Samuel cried in anguish, but no one knew what he mourned for. Was it for his lost love with Ruby, the titles and his future slipping through his fingers, his lifeless child, or perhaps the memory of his wife who once treated him warmly?


    His cries were hysterical, echoing with countless grievances and unfulfilled desires.


    No one stopped him, nor did anyonefort him. Only Dorothy stood in the doorway, her own tears trailing down her face as she watched her grandson. Meanwhile, Leona had survived the ordeal. Sebastian announced that the severe bleeding had ceased, but she would need time to fully recover.


    When Leona finally woke up, she grasped Carissa''s hand as tightly as she could and whispered, "Cari, take me away."


    "You need to rest and recuperate, silly child. Where could you possibly go?" Heather said as she wiped her tears.


    But Carissa had already stepped outside to consult Sebastian, asking, "Can we carry her out now?"


    "It''s best to wait until tomorrow. You should make preparations. You can either carry or lift her, but she needs medication today. After three doses, she can leave. Find a quiet ce for her to recover. She won''t survive here in Gracehold Estate," Sebastian replied.


    Heather rushed out to stop them. "She can''t leave, Carissa! Don''t encourage her foolishness. This is her husband''s home! Where can she go?"


    Carissa ignored herpletely and


    turned to Leah and na. "You two get ready and pack her things. Sort out her dowry as well. Let Mrs.


    Langley know, and she''ll send


    someone to deliver it. A wom


    can''t unterally divorce her


    husband, so let''s call it an amicable divorce to keep it dignified for both parties."