Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Proud father_Part 1

Evenly’s daughter’s condition had worsened so much that her breathing had nearly ceased by the time they arrived at the cottage. Evenly was an emotional mess by the time she held her little baby’s stiff unmoving body, consumed by fear, and she began begging for Rohan, who had rushed down with some difficulty due to his back, to see what the commotion was about.

Unable to examine the baby with the mother so distraught, Rohan told his wife to stay with her in the living room while he carried the still seemingly lifeless little girl to the upstairs room, with Angel following closely behind him.

Rohan’s injuries were far from healed; he had not received proper rest nor a full amount of blood to help him heal as fast as he used to. Yet, being a man accustomed to bearing pain and never showing his pain and weakness, it barely showed as he carefully unwrapped the baby and examined her tiny body.

"Papa, is she dead?" came Angel’s small voice, standing beside his father, who was bent over the bed, gently touching the back of the baby’s head.

"She will soon if we don’t bring her back," Rohan said gravely, as his hand came into contact with a small lump behind the baby’s head. Turning the tiny, bluish body around and parting the fine strands of hair to inspect the lump, he cursed under his breath.

"What’s wrong, papa?" Angel asked worriedly when he saw the grim look on his father’s face. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"She has a head injury. When she was being born, did she by any chance hit her head on something?" Rohan asked his son.

Angel had told him he had been present when the twins were born, and this lump didn’t appear to be congenital. Being born a half-breed was difficult enough; getting hurt immediately after birth made it far worse, because half-breeds were even more delicate than humans. That was why so few of them had survived in Nightbrook, rarely living long into adulthood.

This lump on her head must have been the main reason she was now suffering and teetering on the edge of death. Though her breathing was barely visible, Rohan could sense it faintly, nonetheless it wouldn’t last for long.

Angel, hearing his father’s question, suddenly looked guilty. He wrung his hands nervously and stared down at his sock-clad feet. "It was my fault, Papa. Abigail was holding the baby after she came out, and I... I lost control and attacked Abigail. She dropped the baby... but I didn’t mean for that to happen." He raised his eyes to meet his father’s, who was watching him expressionlessly, making Angel believe he was disappointed and mad at him, though his father rarely got mad at him; this was Rav’s daughter.

"I’m sorry... I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Not even Abigail," Angel added.

Rohan’s eyes softened as he pulled his son close, pressing him to his thigh and stroking his back for comfort. Though he had no idea who Abigail was, unlike Angel, who insisted on remembering all the maids’ names because he said it was rude to call them maids or servants, Rohan didn’t care whether Angel had attacked Abigail or not, or whether she lived or died. His focus was solely on the innocent baby who had been hurt, and on his son, who felt guilty for it and might carry it in his heart.

His son was everything he wasn’t. By the time he was Angel’s age, Rohan hadn’t cared for anyone but his undeserving mother. It was utterly fascinating to see how his son was growing into someone who cared about everyone, whether they were significant people or not.

"It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for Abigail’s clumsiness. She dropped the baby, not you. And if it will make you feel better, you can help make the baby all right again," he told him, turning the small, stiff baby, who shivered faintly, on the bed.

Upon hearing he could help the baby, Angel lifted his head to look at his father, his eyes already shining. "Really? How can I help?"

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