The 9th Consort the Ruler

Chapter 26

Laras further closed his eyes, as he breathed in Laras, he pulled his face slightly away to see Adam's face. Adam's bead eyes looked at him meaningfully, Laras nodded. He then turned his head to look at Frans, after taking a deep breath, Laras began to move his hand.

Frans' eyes widened to see the motion of Laras's gesture.

"Don't shut up Frans, tell me what Laras said!" Adam's jolt makes Laras the shortest.

Although Frans refused to translate the signal Laras. " Am I pregnant?"

"That's what Laras asked," Frans said.

Adam turned his head, looking at the face of Laras who was also looking at him expectantly. However, there is also a great fear. Adam grinned bitterly, he inserted his hair Barrel into the back of the ear.

"Before I answer your question. Can you tell me what Anne did to you?" Adam's eyes turned cold as he asked that.

Laras lowered his head, dodging from the sharp look of the ruler's eyes. Both of Laras' hands squeezed firmly into the blanket that covered half of his body.

The surveillance camera was deliberately turned off by Anne, so that she could freely torture Laras without any evidence that could be burdensome. He's not afraid of the police, he's afraid Adam knows and gets angry.

Adam put his hands on both cheeks, slightly forcing him to look up. The clear eyes of Laras have condensed, in just one blink the puddle of salt water will spill. Distraught as to how she should tell the story, Anne once threatened her not to say anything to Adam or else she would do something bad to someone meaningful to Laras.

"My answer is Barrel!" Jerk Adam.

"Sir, you better not force him, Laras still needs rest" said Frans, who began to worry about seeing Laras' trembling body.

Adam threw a sharp look at Frans, making the man-bodied woman no longer dare to make a sound.

"Didn't you trust me?" The barrel immediately shook quickly.

'How can you talk like this Sir, there is no one I can trust in my life but you, ' murmured Laras by staring fixedly at the bright brown bead.

"Don't just look at me like that, tell me what happened. Don't make me feel like a useless person who can protect his own woman" Adam said in a softer tone.

The barrel nodded slowly, choose the difficult one. However, he did not want Adam to have such thoughts. Barrels down the stairs Adam attached to his cheek, he then turned to face Frans.

The beautiful woman who had just lost a fetus that she had not known was taking a deep breath.

"He came with food, and told us all to eat it. Then he told some people to pick me up from the small mansion when everyone was lying down" Frans said, deciphering Laras' gesture.

The barrel paused for a moment, it seemed to go back to that time even if it was just telling the story, the pain at the ends of his fingers.

"I was dragged from the mansion by several people, Mr. Kim had already tried to turn his head. But he looks weak, and can't fight back. Mr. Kim was also dragged into the kama at the mansion. I was forced to come with them, madam told them to tie me up."

Laras' hand trembled violently, he was bowed with a hunting breath.

"Master had better -" Frans' words stopped when Laras hinted he was fine.

Frans could not bear to see the woman who was sitting beside Adam, a fear that greatly made Laras like that.

"I'm tied up in brackets in my room."

Laras lowered his head, stopping his hand movements. He seemed very reluctant to continue his story.

"Then what happened? What did Anne do after that?" Read Adam with emphasis, his voice sounded heavy because it held the rumble that was in his chest.

"She always comes to visit me with a needle, to pierce the tip of the fingers and other parts, she also me,-"

"Enough!"

Adam held his forehead, he felt he could no longer hold back his anger if Laras continued the story. Frans and Laras looked at each other.

"Frans out" said Adam without turning his head.

"Good sir." Without saying much more, Frans got up and walked out of the room.

Baras rubbed Adam's cheek which looked very upset slowly, Adam opened his eyes when he felt the concubine's gentle touch.

"You must be in a lot of pain, sorry I was late."

Laras shook his head, Adam pulled the tiny body in his arms.

"Now it's my turn to answer your question. The answer is yes, you're pregnant with our child, but she's gone. The doctor's got her out of your womb, she can't hold on." Adam tightened his arms.

Devastated already, Laras' body drooped limp in Adam's arms. As if dropped from above the clouds into the abyss of the deepest hell, Laras squeezed tightly into Adam's clothes, shouting silently. Tears of Laras falling crammed, racing out to wet his cheeks, representing shattered soul fragments.

An angel who had not even had time for Laras to feel his presence had gone away, he did not even realize that the angel was residing in him.

"Calm down, I will avenge the death of our son" said Adam with vengeance.

Laras did not say, he was too drowning in his sadness. He felt guilty, pain was so painful it was like something was squeezed in the recesses of his soul.

Adam held onto the concubine's shoulder, slightly pushing her away so that he could see Laras' swollen face.

Adam felt the same sadness, even though he never thought of having a child. However, his presence was so short, made Adam feel the touch that was lost.

'Sir, Sir. Please give him back, give me back my son! I want him, I want my son!'

Laras cried out in silence, he looked at Adam with a plea in his eyes shining with deep sadness. Adam's hand was outstretched, wiping the wet cheek of Laras. He really could not bear to see his favorite woman grieving like this. He kissed both eyelids, then hugged them tightly.

Meanwhile somewhere else.

Marquis Kang sat opposite the princess Anne, the only child of the puppet that he was so spoiled.

"Anne, this time Daddy can't help you," said the Marquis, rubbing his rough face.

Anne grieved that she turned her face away, not wanting to see the man who had been so supportive and loving.

"Why Dad? Did Daddy like that mute woman, too" Anne said.

"Shut your mouth, Anne! How can you say that!" The Hardik Marquis was furious.

"Then why don't Daddy help me! I want to go back there, I want Adam Dad!" Shouted Anne in a high tone.

"Enough Anne, go back to your room! We'll talk if you're calmer" said the Marquis, kneeling his temple.

"Not me but Daddy, until whenever this debate will end with the same answer Dad!" Strictly Anne, the beautiful woman rose and passed from before the Marquis.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, looking at the nanar on his daughter's passing back. That night the Marquis took Anne back to his residence by force, he could not imagine what Adam would do to his daughter.

Especially now that the Marquis heard from Frans, if Laras was pregnant but the fetus died from torture from Anne.

'Hon, help me melt the heart of our daughter, ' said the Marquis inwardly.