Big Brother, Have a Baby Yourself

When Wright arrived at Jorah’s chambers, Jorah was sitting on the sofa, browsing his terminal.

Jorah’s brows were knitted together in a deep frown. Beside him, the Empress Catherine dabbed at her tears with a tissue, looking utterly wretched.

“Your Highness.”

A servant’s respectful greeting came from outside the door, and both of them turned around.

Wright shot Catherine a cold glance, then looked at Jorah. “Father.”

“You’re here?” Jorah rubbed his temples and handed Wright the terminal. “What is all this?”

Wright lowered his eyes to glance at its contents. In the center of the screen was a photo of Kyle, bruised and swollen, caught by the media. Beside it was a sensational headline: “Brothers at Odds?” As for how the media had managed to catch Kyle at just the right moment in such a short time, that was anyone’s guess.

Wright pushed the terminal back. “He did something despicable, and this is the consequence he brought on himself. If you want to know the whole story, I can summon...”

Catherine interrupted him at once. Wiping away her tears, she clutched Jorah’s arm. “What despicable thing? That merman lost control when he went into heat... Your Majesty, Kyle is your own son! It’s bad enough that his two brothers don’t care, but are you really going to favor some outsider who’s no relation to us and has nothing to do with the Aus royal family?”

Halfway through, Catherine suddenly felt a sharp gaze fixed on her. She glanced over and met Wright’s furious eyes...