After I left, he regretted it.

Blair looked him straight in the eye and said coldly, "How do you know when she gets up?"

Cyril's eyes darkened, and his voice paused slightly: "Of course someone told me. Do you doubt me?"

This wasn't the time to tear it apart. She turned away and said calmly, "I never drink bitter melon."

Cyril was stunned. Una cried softly, "I'm reckless and always make mistakes. In that case, Vera and I will leave together so as not to be an eyesore."

She was about to turn around when Cyril subconsciously reached out to stop her.

The temple door was suddenly pushed open, and the priest rushed in in a panic: "Young Master, the baby's blood is unstable, and he must be treated immediately!"

Blair's heart suddenly fluttered, and she struggled to get up.

Cyril 's expression was stern. "Drink this soup first, and I'll take you there. Blair , don't push me."

At that moment, she understood that he was making a naked threat.

The bitterness poured into her throat, and she felt her internal organs churning.

Before she calmed down, Una gently tugged at Cyril's sleeve and said in a delicate voice, " Cyril , my wound hurts... Can you accompany me to apply the medicine?"

Cyril glanced at Blair , his eyes dark and unreadable: " Blair , my daughter is protected by the priests, nothing will happen to her. Wait until I come back."

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation.

Blair looked at the indifferent figure and tears burst out.

She stayed awake all night, guarding the door of the Infant Nursing Palace alone.

As dawn was about to break, her heart was dead as ashes. She stroked an obsidian crystal with her fingertips and dialed a series of familiar marks.

"We were enemies in the past, and our hatred ran deep. Now, are you willing to join me in this conspiracy?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the crystal, and then a low laugh came out: " Blair , are you asking for trouble?"

She closed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "If you don't want to, then I will degenerate."

The person on the other end laughed softly, his voice cold and charming: "Since you beg me, how can I refuse? After all, I have been waiting for this day."

Three days after being discharged from the hospital, Blair returned to the castle.

Her daughter, whose bloodline was not yet stable, remained in the crystal cabinet of the temple. She looked forward to seeing the nursery she had prepared for her daughter.

However, the moment I pushed the door open, my heart suddenly tightened.

The cradle, originally carved from bloodwood, creaked underfoot as Vera bounced back and forth in her boots. The bags of baby clothes she'd prepared for her daughter lay in the corner, gathering dust. The entire room was filled with Vera 's toys; it had become his world.

Blair's voice was cold: "Come down."

Vera curled her lips, her eyes full of defiance: "Why? If you get any more aggressive, I'll tell Lord Cyril and have him kick you out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears, and his crying shook the candlelight.

Soon, Cyril and Una hurried over.

Vera threw herself into his arms, crying breathlessly, "Father!"

Cyril's expression froze. He looked at Blair and tried to explain, " Blair , don't get me wrong. Vera is just...too attached to my brother. He was confused because we look alike."

Blair interrupted him, "Since he's adopted, it's perfectly fine for him to call you dad. But this is my daughter's room. Why is it in this state?"

Una stepped forward first, smiling softly, "It's all my fault for neglecting Vera's upbringing . Don't be angry, sister-in-law. I will punish him."

She turned around and pretended to scold: "Why don't you vacate the room quickly? This is my sister's. She will be the mistress of this castle in the future."

Vera cried even harder, her cry echoing throughout the hall.