In the bedroom.
"Do you love your son?"
Facing her husband's harsh rebuke, Danielle merely asked calmly.
"Of course I love Little Hayden. He is my only son, the continuation of my bloodline. My name, my castle, my glory, and my sword will all be his in the future."
Karen, who had been about to lose his temper, froze. It took him a long while to recover, and he repeatedly muttered to himself.
"Karen, that is nearly everything you have. It is enough to prove that you love him even more than you love me."
Danielle rose onto her toes and tightly embraced Karen, whispering into his ear, "But you should understand that the most important thing for Little Hayden's future has never been those external possessions. It is a blessing that can protect his happiness for his entire life and bring him the world's favor!"
"And the choice of godfather is undoubtedly the key to determining one's status blessing."
"Of course I know that." Karen gently pushed his wife away.
"That is why I invoked an old promise and asked my best comrade, Bishop Rune, to be Little Hayden's godfather. And your mother also promised to bring all the nobles of the Southern Territory to bless Little Hayden."
"His starting point will already far surpass ours. Isn't that enough?" Karen countered, displeased by his wife's wild ideas and greed.
"Not enough!" Danielle replied firmly. Her eyes reddened slightly, and tears shimmered within her beautiful violet-blue eyes.
"Karen, I am a mother." The woman gently placed her palm against Karen's chest.
"What mother would not want to leave the very best for her child?" Danielle choked out through her tears.
Karen: "..."
Tears were forever the best weapon against men. Even the hardest-hearted man found it difficult to withstand the