"Zip it, or Miss Brittany will have your head!"
Yuri cleared his throat, startling the maids, "Mr. Lte!"
"Cut out the baseless gossip from now on."
Yuri didn't buy the rumor that Brittany was expecting. He scolded, clearly annoyed.
The maids, caught red-handed spreading tales without evidence, didn't dare to utter another word.
Although Yuri appeared calm, a seed of doubt had been planted.
Over the next few days, Yuri kept a close eye on Brittany.
And, just like the maids had mentioned, the signs were there.
Cravings for sour foods, excessive sleepiness, and bouts of nausea.
Yuri realized something was amiss and, after dinner one evening, led Brittany to his study.
"Bri, | notice you've been craving sour foods a lot lately. Are you feeling alright?"
Brittany, puzzled, replied, "Dad, | don't follow."
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"The sleepiness, the cravings," Yuri laid out his observations calmly, "I've heard from the maids you've been avoiding seafood and
anything too rich..."
Brittany'splexion changed slightly, "Dad, I—"
"You're pregnant.”
Yuri seemed to be speculating, but his mind was made up.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, the study was thick with tension.
Brittany, stiff with shock, knew she couldn't hide it any longer. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, "I'm so sorry, Dad."
Yuri felt dizzy with anger, his teeth clenched, "Whose child is it?"
Brittany took a deep breath, "Dad, I've told you, there's someone | love."
She licked her lips nervously, "I have a boyfriend."
Yuri was aware of this, but he thought Brittany had broken up with him long ago.
He hadn't expected not only were they still together, but she was also pregnant!
"Bang—"
Yuri slammed his hand on the desk, "Bri, have you lost your mind? You're betrothed to a royal, how could you—If word gets out,
what will you do?"
Brittany's eyes reddened, "Dad, | don't love Eltham."
Yuri, breathing heavily, demanded, "Who is this man? Bring him toat once!"
Brittany pressed her lips together, refusing to speak.
"Speak!"
Kneeling, Brittany remained dignified yet apologetic, "Dad, I'm sorry, | love him. I'm pregnant, and it's my fault, but | won't leave
him."
Yuri stared at Brittany, his voice softening, "Tell me, who is he?"
Brittany remained silent.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Finally, Yuri said, "Go back to your room."
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Brittany, still uneasy, whispered, "Dad."
"Go!"
Brittany didn't dare say another word, stood up, and returned to her room.
She hadn't expected her father to find out. Thinking of Isaacing over later, she panicked and immediately called him.
He picked up quickly, "What's wrong, you feeling alright?"
"It's not that, my dad found out about the pregnancy, you tonight—"
Before she could finish, the door was kicked open.
Brittany froze.
The next second, Yuri snatched the phone, pressing it to his ear, "So, you're Bri's boyfriend?"
Brittany panicked, "Dad."
Yuri, ignoring her, spoke sternly into the phone, "Do you realize my daughter is engaged? If the royal family finds out about this, do
you have any idea what will happen to her?"
"Dad, but before any engagement, she was already my wife," Isaac replied, firm yet respectful.
Yuri's pupils narrowed, a face flashing through his mind, his eyes widening in shock, "You—"