His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 140

The pale light cast stark shadows across Cedric’s face, tracing the sharp lines of his features.

He answered every accusation with nothing more than a measured smile. “Whether it’s true or not, is all this rage really necessary? You should take care of your health.”

“I’m angry because you keep turning against me—for the sake of a woman, no less!” Alistair pressed a hand to his chest, coughing violently. Winona rushed over, drew open the drawer with practiced ease, and handed him his medication.

“I have less and less control over you, Cedric,” Alistair said, sinking into a chair. “Back then, when Yael embezzled funds and slandered Lumina, you helped her investigate everything—even met with Yael in secret. Don’t think I didn’t notice! He’s a businessman, and a master of chemicals. You drank the coffee he offered you, and whatever he put in it, to this day, no doctor can identify. But it’s left your body damaged—again and again.”

He fixed Cedric with bloodshot eyes. “Did you forget? Every doctor we’ve seen says it’s a miracle if you can ever have children at all.”

His gaze blazed with accusation. “You’ve let me down, over and over. For that woman, you left behind a child you never should have had, ruined your health… Who knows what reckless thing you’ll do next! Goddammit… just talking about it makes me want to take a knife to you.”

Cedric only listened, the faintest of smiles at his lips, as if all these things buried deep in his heart were miles away. “If you do that, you really won’t have any grandchildren left.”

“Ungrateful bastard.” Alistair hurled a book at him. The corner caught Cedric’s brow, leaving a thin line of blood.

For a long moment, silence hung between them—a quiet, invisible war fought by father and son.

At last, Alistair seemed to let out a long breath, the anger draining from him. No matter how much he cursed or struck out, what was done was done. This disappointing son was, like it or not, the future head of the Royce family—his position untouchable.

Whether Cedric could have more children or not, Alistair had to secure what was already his.

A child. Only with heirs could the Royce legacy endure, passed down through generations, never fading.

He drew a deep breath, settling on his decision. “We can’t just leave Lumina’s child out there.”

“The Royce family’s child isn’t like any other. He belongs with his blood.”

For the first time, Cedric’s calm facade wavered. “What are you planning?”

“When the child is born, I’ll have someone bring them back from Yuria,” Alistair said, accepting a cigarette from Winona, taking a slow drag before exhaling. “I saw this coming a long time ago. I’ve already arranged for someone to get close to her. By now, I’m sure she trusts them.”

Cedric’s breaths came sharp and cold, his chest tight with tension.

He spoke, voice clear and unwavering. “If you kill her, I’ll kill your grandchild.”

The chill in his words stunned everyone in the room. It was then they realized—this ruthless streak ran deep in both father and son.

Cedric watched as Alistair’s face turned from red to ashen. “Neither of us will get what we want.”

“Even the cruelest beast doesn’t eat its own cubs, you bastard!” Alistair hadn’t expected Cedric to go this far. He snatched up an ashtray and smashed it against Cedric’s head. “Get out! You worthless piece of trash!”

With a crash, the ashtray shattered against Cedric’s brow.

He barely registered the pain, just felt his skull ring as something warm and sticky slid down his face.

“I’m not joking.”

Blood and sweat stung his eyes, but Cedric only smiled through the fiery ache. “As long as she lives, nothing else matters to me.”