My mother-in-law came over following the sound, her expression gloomy. "What are you arguing about? Blair , you're bullying my eldest grandson on your first day back home? If you hadn't killed my eldest son back then, how would you have gotten your footing now?"
Blair 's heart trembled. She had just married Cyril the year her eldest brother died of depression . Her mother-in-law always blamed her for it.
The mother-in-law said coldly, "Just because you gave birth to a girl, you want to drive away the male heir of the Zhou family? You are dreaming! This castle has nothing to do with you and your daughter anymore."
She pushed Blair aside and held Vera in her arms.
Cyril frowned. " Blair , why are you mad at a child? It's just a nursery."
After saying that, he followed Una and her mother-in-law to take the crying Vera away .
Blair stood there, and the candlelight in the room grew cold.
Late at night, Cyril pushed the door open and walked in.
He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the side of her neck, and whispered, " Blair , don't blame me anymore. My daughter is too young to remember these things. When she grows up, I will give her better things. Please give way for a while and don't make things difficult for me."
He still had the faint scent of Una's usual scent on him.
Blair felt disgusted and pushed him away, saying coldly, "Whatever."
Cyril 's eyes moved, thinking she had compromised, and was about to lean over.
"Squeak"
The door was pushed open.
Vera hugged the blood-red doll, tears welling up in her eyes. "As soon as my aunt came back, my father stopped accompanying me. Aunt, please give my father back to me, okay? I will return the room to my sister."
Cyril looked apologetically at Blair .
She knew in her heart that the meaning was obvious.
Blair smiled faintly and nodded.
Cyril kissed her forehead, then picked up Vera and went to the nursery that originally belonged to his daughter.
The door was half-open.
Soon, a servant's low voice came from the corridor:
"The Madam has gone home, why is the Master still accompanying the Young Master?"
"Shh, didn't you see Una followed in? I caught them having a secret meeting long before the Young Master was born."
A gasp was heard: "Then...whose blood is the young master?"
Blair's fingertips trembled, but she still recorded everything and sent it to the ally far away in the domain.
She whispered, "Help me change my identity."
A soft chuckle came from the other end of the crystal, low and hoarse: " Blair , are you finally willing to give up? If your daughter needs a father, why not let me teach her the power of blood."
She interrupted coldly: "Do you want the power of the Zhou family?"
The other party's voice was low and charming: "If you dare to hand over the knife, how can I let go of the opportunity."
As the sky was getting light, Cyril returned exhausted, with black eyes.
He lay down and murmured, "I hope my daughter won't be as clingy to me as Vera is. Otherwise, I can't stand it."
Blair stared at him with a cold gaze, and slowly uttered two words from the corner of her lips:
"Never."
The night was dark, and outside the castle, black fog was rolling.
Blair , alone, holding an umbrella, stepped into the deserted vampire temple. It was an altar abandoned hundreds of years ago, the eternal flame long since extinguished, and only the bloodstains on the stone walls still flickered faintly.
She lit an obsidian, and the cold light illuminated the front.
Soon, a figure emerged from the hall.
The man wore a ragged robe, his eyes crimson as fire, and a faint smile curled his lips. Blair's heart suddenly tightened at the feeling of oppression.
