Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - Inheritance

"It's been seven days. She still hasn't woken up?" Fiona asked elegantly as she entered the room. She had been away attending to her business after the ancestral moon ceremony and had just returned to Rayndell.

"She's fine. I also checked on her fetus. Both mother and child are healthy. There's nothing to worry about," Oswyn replied in a monotone voice.

"You took five days to recover. My aunt spent ten days assimilating the knowledge she received. So what's the issue here? I wouldn't be concerned unless her health started deteriorating," Oswyn added.

"It's not that I'm worried," Fiona said, "It's just been so long since an Elizabeth has appeared. Our family needs a boost in today's business world, and I'm just feeling anxious."

Oswyn shook his head. "Don't stress yourself. Business is just a mean to suppress others. As long as we elders are alive, no one will dare to harm a Raynor."

Fiona sighed. "I know that. But you're out of touch with today's industries. The tech sector dominates the market now, and we entered it too late. The major shares have already been taken. I planned to send Eleanor into this industry. Also, your method of fighting is risky in the modern world. Who knows? Other families might already have robot soldiers."

Oswyn smirked. "So, you're calling me an old geezer?" His tone was teasing. "You brat, do you need a spanking like old times?"

Fiona chuckled and took a step back. "No, I didn't."

At that moment, another elder entered the room. "Elder Oswyn, come quickly! Eleanor is awake."

Oswyn hurried towards the house where Eleanor was staying. Fiona and the other elder followed close behind.

When they entered, they saw Eleanor sitting up in bed, her face still pale. She smiled weakly upon seeing them. "Greetings, Elders."

Oswyn ignored the pleasantries and immediately checked her condition. After a while, he sighed in relief. "You've recovered well. There are no issues or backlash. Do you feel any discomfort?"

Eleanor hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "I'm hungry."

The room filled with laughter, breaking the tension. Eleanor asked, "How long was I unconscious?"

"Today marks the seventh day," Oswyn informed her.

Eleanor's eyes widened. "That long? It only felt like a few hours to me," she muttered weakly.

Since everyone present was werewolves, even her inaudible murmur was heard clearly. Oswyn reassured her, "That's normal. The longest record stands at ten days, a record unbroken for over a thousand years."

Eleanor was about to speak again when Fiona cut her off. "What you saw or heard was meant for you alone. Do not discuss it with others. The guidance we receive from our ancestors is specially tailored to our individual weaknesses and strengths. We must keep both hidden while empowering ourselves with the wisdom we gain."

Eleanor nodded in agreement. "Understood."

An elder brought a bowl of medicinal soup for Eleanor. She thanked them before gulping it down hungrily.

After some time, as Eleanor began to feel tired, the elders let her rest and left the house.

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