Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Messed Up Parents

"Are you kidding me right now? Check it again. She might not really be pregnant," Aldric commanded the physician.

The physician hesitated, confusion flickering in his eyes. "But my prince—"

"Do it," Aldric insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

King Oberon, who had been watching the scene unfold, stepped forward to intervene. "Aldric—" he began, but something in Aldric’s face stopped him. There was a desperation there, a vulnerability that Oberon hadn’t seen in his son for a long time. With a sigh, Oberon stepped back, choosing not to interfere further.

The physician, seeing no other choice, took Islinda’s wrist once more, feeling for her pulse before retrieving his instruments. He placed the cold metal against her stomach, his brow furrowing in concentration.

Islinda had gone deadly still, her face pale and her lips pressed into a tight line. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard she nearly drew blood, her hands trembling despite her efforts to control them. The tempest of emotions swirling inside her threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to keep her composure.

After what felt like an eternity, the physician straightened up, his face serious. He looked at Aldric and said, "The result is still the same, my prince. Your mate is pregnant."

Aldric staggered back as if he’d been struck, his mind reeling. "So it’s true... you’re really pregnant," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He couldn’t believe it.

Islinda had had enough. With tears glittering in her eyes, she stood up, her voice shaky with emotion. "You know," she began, her voice quivering, "I understand that you don’t want c-children..." She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. "But I don’t mind. I’ll keep the child and wait for you when you come around—if you even want anything to do with them."

Aldric’s confusion deepened, and he frowned. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I want my own child? I don’t understand."

Islinda stared at him, equally perplexed. "But you didn’t look too happy about the news," she explained, her voice still trembling. "You even told the physician to check again, as if you didn’t want the pregnancy."

Aldric’s expression softened as he realized the misunderstanding. "Because I wanted to be absolutely sure this wasn’t one of their twisted games," he said, his gaze flickering toward Queen Maeve and Queen Nirvana, the accusation clear in his eyes.

Relief washed over Islinda, and she felt herself relax slightly. But to be sure, she asked again, her voice hesitant. "So... you’re not angry with me?"

Aldric let out a frustrated sigh, looking up toward the heavens as if asking for patience. "The gods help me with you," he muttered, exasperation clear in his tone.

Without another word, he closed the distance between them and knelt before her, taking her hands in his. "What do you think of me, Islinda? I might be many things, but I would never abandon my own blood. Fine, I admit it—I was scared."

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