Chapter 120.2 (1/2)

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“There is a treasure passed down in our family for generations. It is a magical tool that binds its contractor.” (Philip)

“Interesting. And how did you plan on getting that magical tool? You can’t get a foot out of here.”(Hugo)

“I’ve kept it in a safe place for safekeeping, but you can ask someone to bring it. No one else can use it anyways. It is an exclusive contract, so one of the contracting parties must be one of our family members.”

Hugo lost interest in the unique magical tool. Philip was the only one remaining out of his family. The old man was basically saying that once he dies, the magical tool becomes garbage.

According to his investigations, Philip did not get married again after his wife and son died, and he was continually alone after his father died. Now that he thought about it, it was strange that the old man had no descendants to inherit his will, even though he was so obsessed.

‘Well, this bastard’s private situation is none of my concern.’

He decided that he must kill the old bastard. Philip’s family would come to an end with Philip’s death.

“What of the woman? Not any woman can have my child, no?”

“That is prepared.”

“It is prepared?”

When Philip mentioned holding another woman, Hugo anticipated this, but to really hear Philip say that there was a woman, made him speechless. How much had the old man pulled wool over his eyes, scheming and deceiving him?

“So you mean you did such a thing arbitrarily, without my permission.”

“It is a mission our family has done for generations. It is not something done after getting permission.”

“And if the woman you prepared can’t get pregnant?”

“There is a readied replacement.”

“It’s not just one or two women prepared, huh. You’ve set up a training camp.”

Hugo burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“There’s a limit to treating someone like a stud.”

Hugo mumbled, irritatedly. He thought to himself that the heads of the Taran family who accepted such treatment were crazy bastards.

“Let’s summarize this. In exchange for you giving my wife medication, I will share a bed with a woman you’ve prepared and have a child. You’ll raise the child and I’ll sign a contract, promising not to touch you. So what about after that? Do you think Damian will move the way you want?”

“I do not know much of the distant future. I simply do what I can do right now.”

“You don’t look at the future.”

Hugo got an important clue. He seemed to have found the reason for Philip’s confidence. When Philip was speaking about his wife not being safe after giving birth, his attitude wasn’t confidence based on the truth but recklessness like a tiger moth running into a bonfire.

“Old man. I understand what you want. When should I make a decision?”

“She has to take the medicine at least a month before she is due, for strengthening of the body.”

“So the more my wife’s stomach grows, the more restless I will be. You know how to strike cleverly, old man. Is this also a method passed down in your family for generations?”

“…”

Philip’s expression slightly stiffened. It wasn’t that the Duke’s provoking tone was bothering him. Philip was rather confident that he was in an advantageous position. If the Duke couldn’t abandon the Duchess, he had no choice but to be drawn into his proposal.

However, that belief began to crack a little. No matter how he looked at it, the Duke’s attitude wasn’t that of someone with an unfavorable contract ahead. He couldn’t shake off the strange feeling of incongruity.

‘What might have gone wrong?’

He might have crossed the line that bordered the Duke’s pride. If the Duke valued his pride more than the Duchess and refused to make a deal with Philip regardless of the Duchess’ safety, then the plan was a failure. The Duchess would be fine even if she gave birth to the baby when she reached full term. If the Duke discovered Philip’s lies, Philip was as good as dead.

‘No. Even if affection is briefly passionate and nothing but lust, it is not yet time for the fire to go out.’

When one’s momentum was suppressed, that was the end of it. Once you lost your footing, it became a situation where you were standing at a crossroads, plunging down an endless depth.

“I am going to need to definite answer. Will my wife die after giving birth if she does not take the medicine you give me?”

“For the Madam’s safety…”

“Answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”