WCMBI - Chapter 220: Daddy’s Love (Patreon)

Alex couldn't simply let Jessica go without a hitch. Not only did he know virtually everything about the courtier, but he also wanted to find out what Monica had done to the now-missing Melissa.

"Well, will this be some consolation?"

Hurriedly, he emptied the gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the desk. Looking at Jessica's teary eyes, he smirked inwardly and spoke.

"I want to know what Monica did to the courtier. More precisely, I'm curious about what she did to the disappeared Melissa."

"That's something she hasn't told me."

"But you're the person who knows the most about it. Find out who Monica had the most contact with and let me know."

Upon Alex's words, one name came to Jessica's mind. Despite hiding it from Monica, she would occasionally receive letters without a sender's name and then go to the courtier's residence.

She hesitated for a moment and then quietly slipped the purse with the gold coins into the inner pocket of her skirt, saying,

"She received letters with no sender. Just in case, I kept a few of them, but they didn't contain any significant information. And when she got those letters, she would often go to the courtier's residence."

"Very well. Continue to investigate in that manner, and besides the recommendation, there will be more gold coins for you."

"Ah, Your Grace."

"Now, I'm the Count. Be mindful of your address."

"My apologies."

"Well, you have served our family faithfully, and I can't expect you to understand all of this. Still, it's because of that, that I'm being so generous with you. Understand?"

"Yes, I do."

As Jessica left the study, weeping pitifully, Alex watched her, then mumbled softly after she had disappeared.

"Why did she meet with the courtier separately? I hope it was just a futile attempt by my foolish sister."

Mocking someone and committing murder were of different magnitudes of guilt. Even if they were nobles, it was not a matter easily overlooked.

Furthermore, the rumors circulating lately were quite disconcerting.

"If that damned Ian really was responsible... damn it. It's messed up."

He hoped his sister's plans had failed, or else he would have to send her off to another family to handle the matter.

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The sensation was akin to the body simmering intensely. Ian's throat felt as if it were being gripped and torn, and every patch of skin where blood flowed seemed unbearably itchy.

In a state of bewilderment, Ian frantically scratched at his own skin. Henry attempted to restrain Ian's wrists to prevent him from causing further harm, but his efforts proved insufficient against the force of Ian's frenzy.

"No, even if the knight commander were to try, it would be beyond his control." Ian's eyes turned white as he made a wild attempt to escape the room.

Henry knew well where Ian intended to go, but he couldn't allow an injured person to lie down in the separate corridor. Moreover, with the weather turning quite chilly these days, he was even more apprehensive about leaving him there.

"Your Grace! Please..."

With a beast-like roar, Ian crawled out of his room, leaving behind a trail of flowing blood as he headed for the separate corridor. It was then that a fierce growl echoed.

"Roaaar!"

"Young master, it's alright. It's okay."

Coincidentally, the nanny and the maidservant were coming up the stairs, and they came face to face with Ian.

"Eugh, Uhm, Oh my..."

The startled child burst into tears upon seeing the person he had been desperately searching for. Ian, his mind now completely restored, didn't even think to check his own wounds as he rushed towards the child.

Extending his plump arms, Ian was captivated by an indescribable emotion when he felt the child's warmth against him.

"Dia, it's Daddy. It's alright, shhh."

"Mmm, Momma..."

"Daddy will find Momma for you, don't worry."

"Huwee.."

He gently patted the now sturdier buttocks of the child as he absentmindedly stared into space. No matter how absent-minded he had been, how could he have forgotten his precious Omega, Dia?

He gazed fixedly into the violet eyes that shed large teardrops, his own tears rolling down. The fierce energy that had been present in Melissa's eyes, those same round eyes, gradually subsided.

Even the pheromones had turned gentle. In order to soothe the child, Ian exerted his utmost strength to suppress his emotions. What Ian himself didn't realize was that this effort was not solely to protect the child, but also to safeguard the traces of his Omega.

The result of their union. That fact alone was of paramount importance to him.