The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 712

Chapter 712: Father’s Mistress

Nathaniel arrived at his father’s estate and headed straight to his own quarters. After getting ready and having an afternoon meal, he made his way to his father’s residence, where Lord Noel Mortimer was busy in his study.

As Nathaniel approached the door, the butler stopped him. "Young Lord, let me announce your presence first."

"What’s there to announce? Don’t tell me my father is with his mistress at this hour of the day," Nathaniel’s voice carried through the hallway, loud enough for Noel to hear. "And even if he is, it’s not the first time I’d catch him in an inappropriate situation. Now, get out of my way."

Nathaniel pushed the door open, his eyes sweeping the room. His father sat on an elevated platform at the far end on the cushioned arrangement, behind a rectangular wooden desk.

"Oh, no one’s here," Nathaniel remarked playfully as he glanced around. "Seems like Father’s finally too old to be entertaining mistresses in his study or wherever he pleases."

Noel raised his head from his work, his expression calm, his voice deep. "You’ve returned after so long, and this is all you have to talk about? Trash?"

"Since when did Father’s favorite activities become trash?" Nathaniel smirked as he approached. "I thought now that your son’s an adult, you’d enjoy discussing such matters with him."

"It seems your friend’s success and the King’s reward have turned you daring," Noel commented dryly, not surprised by his son’s newfound boldness.

"Well, every dog has his day," Nathaniel stopped just in front of the platform. "You had yours, Father. Maybe it’s time for mine."

Noel simply glared at him with the look that said: I am above you and soon I will make you pay for your boldness.

But Nathaniel, unbothered and fearless, seemed to enjoy the tension, meeting his father’s gaze without flinching.

"Alright, let’s get to the point of why I’m here, despite hating this hellhole," Nathaniel began, his voice cold. "I’m here to take my mother’s ashes and her memorial slab with me. After that, neither I nor my mother will ever see you again, Lord Mortem."

"You can go wherever you want, but you’re not taking anything with you," Noel growled, his voice sharp. "My wife stays here with me, even if only as ashes."

"Your wife?" Nathaniel chuckled darkly. "Do you even deserve to call yourself her husband? What kind of man drives his own wife to take her life? What did you really do to her?"

"Nathaniel—"

"You can fool others, but not me. After her death, instead of mourning, you were busy fucking your mistresses. Have you ever truly loved or missed my mother? No. To you, she was nothing more than a tool to produce an heir. Even now, all you care about is fucking those women, hoping to produce another heir. But it seems my mother cursed you with her dying breath—no more heirs for you."

Slam!

Noel slammed his hand on the table. "Watch your mouth, Nathaniel."

"I’m only speaking the truth, Lord Mortem," Nathaniel said, his voice steady, his demeanor unshaken. "Everyone believes my mother died because she couldn’t handle the cold or because she was weak after giving birth to me. But I know the truth. I saw her take her own life. I remember her last words, how sorry she was for leaving me alone. I watched the life drain from her body, and I could do nothing."

"Shut your mouth, Nathaniel."

"Afraid of what might happen to your precious reputation if the truth comes out?" Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. "Or is there something else you’re hiding? If that’s the case, I will find out the truth sooner or later and that day you would truly regret giving birth to me."

"Shut up," Noel snarled, his fists clenched in fury. "Don’t forget you still owe me a last wish for freeing your friend and I still hold the things that can create trouble for him. Or do you want him to pay me back for allowing my son to take care and help a traitor’s blood, despite knowing the consequences back then? Your friend is indebted to me."

"He is not. I paid you back by sacrificing my life to you and obeying you all these years," Nathaniel countered and my friend know it. If you go to him, he might take a revenge in my place as he care for nothing but me. And that Last wish?" Nathaniel chuckled darkly. "What could your last wish possibly be, Lord Mortem? To force me to produce an heir for you?" He nearly laughed. "Sadly, that’s something you can’t make me do. Who knows, maybe I’m cursed just like you, doomed to fail in continuing your bloodline."

Noel stayed silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "I’m still your father. You think you can do whatever you want? You haven’t seen the worst of me yet."

"So, this is my father’s newly bought mistress?" Nathaniel remarked coldly. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}