Pregnant With The Wolf's Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
“I, too, would like to grant your request, Marquis, but I cannot exclude Princess Bellaste from the list of candidates.”
The Emperor interlaced his fingers and continued, sounding troubled.
“However, I could consider others. There are many candidates for Crown Princess. Indeed. If the contest proceeds according to your wishes, shouldn’t I gain something in return to make it fair?”
“What do you desire?”
“I will still grant you your share in the mine venture, but you must forfeit the dukedom I previously promised.”
It seemed he had been uneasy about having promised a dukedom in exchange for a stake in the mining business.
‘If I become a duke, I could at least minimize the influence of Grand Duke Yucis, the Rowe clan’s patriarch…’
But it was more important that Larien not become Crown Princess.
“Understood.”
“Good. I shall persuade Duke Bellaste myself.”
The Emperor accepted Jade’s request with evident satisfaction.
[This is the timeline separator]I sipped my tea while looking around the Boston family’s parlor.
‘I never expected they’d permit my visit the same day I sent my request…’
Now I understood just how dearly Count Boston cherished Larien.
Until now, I had deliberately avoided interacting with Count Boston.
I’d declined every invitation to visit, even when he occasionally asked me over.
I felt uncomfortable receiving affection from those who loved Larien.
That affection belonged to her.
I believed it was a realm I shouldn’t dare covet or trespass upon.
The last time I’d seen him was at my maternal grandfather’s funeral.
‘I even learned of his passing too late to be there at his deathbed.’
Footsteps grew loud outside the parlor, and Count Boston entered.
“Larien!”
“U-uncle?”
Because one of Count Boston’s distant ancestors had been a witch, his direct descendants aged very slowly.
‘He looks just as he did the last time I saw him.’
Count Boston, his youthful face unchanged since his younger days, was breathing heavily.
“I’ve come to see you, Maternal Uncle.”
He stopped me as I tried to bow.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Thank you for allowing my sudden visit.”
Count Boston smiled warmly.
“Don’t be so formal. I am your uncle, after all.”
His eyes were unusually red.
‘It doesn’t seem to be just because we haven’t seen each other in a long time…’
He looked as though he’d been crying just moments ago.
“Larien, have you been well? Any illnesses?”
His forced smile was obvious, making me feel even more guilty.
“Diane said that if you came… Ah, never mind.”
Count Boston hastily mumbled and trailed off.
Diane Boston.
Count Boston’s only daughter, who adored me greatly.
‘She used to hover nearby every time I visited…’
But I didn’t see Diane anywhere today.
It was odd that Count Boston had started to mention her and then abruptly stopped.
“Is Diane out?”
“D-Diane is…”
Count Boston hesitated to answer.
“Never mind that, Larien. I’m truly delighted you came. I couldn’t believe it when I received your visit request.”
It was clear something had happened to Diane.
“I apologize for keeping my distance all this time and not visiting more often.”
“No, no. Just… will you come more often from now on?”
I found it difficult to readily agree to his request.
‘How can I ask someone who’s been hoping for my visit to help me run away?’
“Larien, do you remember?”
“Remember what?”
“When you were little, you loved fruit-topped dacquoise. You once ate five in one sitting and got a stomachache.”
He reminisced about Larien’s early childhood—the one before I took over her body—smiling fondly.
“Because of that, this uncle got scolded terribly by your grandfather.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
I answered, not wanting to dampen Count Boston’s cheerful mood.
“Then today, to avoid a stomachache, you should eat only four. Go on, Larien. Have some.”
Count Boston scooped a dacquoise onto my plate and urged me to eat.
“…Ugh.”
“Larien. You…”
The moment I saw the dacquoise on the plate, my heart pounded and my stomach churned.
“Could it be—”
Count Boston’s jaw trembled violently. Pretending I felt unwell wouldn’t work; there was no point hiding it any longer.
“Uncle… I’m expecting a child. I’m sorry for startling you with this sudden news.”
I resigned myself to the situation and gently cradled my stomach.
“You’ve just come of age—of all times, it had to happen now, when your future is brightest.”
Seeing how deeply shocked he was, I regretted coming. I felt I’d burdened him pointlessly.
“Larien, what does your father say?”
“I haven’t told him about the baby. Since I’ve been named Crown Princess, he ordered me to prepare for the state wedding. If he learns of the child, he’ll surely try to get rid of it.”
“I never liked that he remarried so soon after Rachel’s death, and now he chooses only the worst possible actions.”
His pink eyes, so like Rachel’s, darkened with sorrow.
“…Larien. Do you intend to keep the baby?”
Count Boston, who had listened quietly until now, finally spoke.
“Larien, I’m terrified you’ll leave me like Rachel did. I can’t help you carry this child—you’re still far too young.”
“…”
“I’m truly sorry, but I wish you’d let it go.”
I couldn’t abandon the baby.
It was the first family I’d ever had. Though unexpected, it was someone I absolutely had to protect.
“I can’t do that. I’m sorry, Uncle.”
Having never had a mother, I’d never called anyone by that name.
At least I wanted my child to have the chance to call me “Mom,” so I knelt down.
“…Larien, what on earth are you doing!”
“I want to give love—unlike what I received.”
Count Boston’s startled eyes flickered intensely.
“I understand how you feel, Larien. But…”
“I wonder how sweet your smile will be when you run into my arms. Maybe seeing that will comfort the part of me that never got to be spoiled as a child.”
I pleaded more earnestly, trying to convince him.
Because I’d never experienced it myself, I now desperately wanted to give it.
I looked forward to the days I’d spend with my child. I had an inexplicable certainty:
If I didn’t give up this baby, I’d be happier than I am now.
“…My dear. You really are Rachel’s daughter. Rachel was just like you—she begged your grandfather to let her keep you, even though he opposed it, saying it was too dangerous.”
Count Boston stared at me intently, his eyes red-rimmed.
“I’ll respect your decision. I only mentioned it because I worry about you. As I said earlier, you still have so much ahead of you.”
“…Thank you for worrying about me.”
Bitterness tinged his lips.
“As you grew, you acted as if you’d forgotten how to smile. By the time I realized shadows had fallen over the face of the child who used to climb onto my shoulders and demand endless playtime, it was already too late.”
His voice, thick with unshed tears, rang with sincerity.
“Larien… Diane passed away a month ago. Her heart simply stopped, for no reason. I couldn’t accept her death, so I suppressed the death report and silenced everyone.”
I watched as Count Boston, calmly recounting Diane’s death, hastily wiped away his tears.
Larien had envied Diane—though raised so differently, Diane had received love freely.
‘Diane is gone…’
Yet, feeling Larien’s conflicted emotions—dislike mixed with affection—I, too, felt sorrow.
“That’s why ‘Lady Diane Boston,’ heir to all of Boston, is still alive.”
Count Boston pulled a ship’s ticket issued in Diane’s name from his inner pocket.
“Le Cach enjoys spring all year round—a warm place. There’s nowhere better to raise a child.”
“Uncle, are you suggesting…”
“As it’s a Boston-owned vessel, you can depart anytime without formal identification checks.”
Count Boston was proposing I flee disguised as Diane.
“Moreover, Boston runs a trading company in Le Cach, so settling there shouldn’t be difficult.”
This was certainly far safer than escaping secretly on my own.
“The company has a local manager in Le Cach. I’ll send word for him to meet you upon arrival. You’ll begin training under him to eventually inherit the company.”
“Does that mean you intend to entrust Boston to me?”
He was offering me the succession to a part of Boston’s wealth—the trading company.
“You always understand so quickly. I intend to leave everything Boston owns to you.”
Count Boston’s resolve seemed firm.
“Outwardly, you’ll live as Viscountess Diane Boston—but please accept this.”
If I later inherited Boston’s fortune, raising my child would be far more secure.
“Larien… let this old uncle see the face of your child, raised with your love.”
His heartfelt plea, considering me to the very end, made my nose sting and my throat tighten.
“Larien.”
Count Boston’s gentle expression turned icy.
“Who is the child’s father?”
Thud. My silent heart sank.
“No. Let me rephrase. Does the child’s father even know about this?”
“I’ve settled everything. I’ll raise the baby alone.”
“…You didn’t seek his consent.”
Count Boston struck the heart of the matter instantly.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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Chapter Comments (19)
her uncle is a very good person. i was afraid he would treat Larien badly since her mother died during childbirth.
her uncle (◠‿・)—☆her father is an shameless man. How can you talk to your child in that tone?
ಠಿ_ಠher father is a hopeless case. i think he is more compassionate towards his enemies.
Inline Comments (11)
I tried to widen the distance between us, but the remaining space was already ti
I wonder how he is going to react when he meets lobelia…
"Weren't you naming her that because you couldn't forget me?"
This guy needs to grovel when he finds out. Like seriously
Blanche—she could have been his daughter.
Really hit the nail on the head here. This is gonna be a slow burn.
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agustus_orchid
the baby’s father’s identity is not very important to her uncle.
don’t pay attention to that.
agustus_orchid
i am providing full support regarding Larien’s decision to give birth to the baby or not.
agustus_orchid
after Larien explained her situation to her uncle, he immediately formulated a plan.
agustus_orchid
i’m glad Larien is receiving love and attention from her uncle.