Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 487

“No, Larissa,” Sapphira said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Ever since you accepted me as your mother, I’ve made my peace with it. The truth is, I was always the one who was hung up on not having children, not your father. He never felt like I owed him anything. He said that if I wanted to have a child, he would love our child because he loves me.”

“Your father believes that if the sole purpose of life is to procreate, you might as well have a child with anyone. He thinks a life like that is meaningless, that you’re just a puppet serving the continuation of the human race.”

Larissa actually shared that sentiment.

You come into this world with nothing, and you leave with nothing. The idea of carrying on a bloodline was fleeting. When you’re gone, you’re gone.

But everyone had their own path. Some people valued lineage more than love, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was a matter of personal choice.

Sapphira offered a faint, wistful smile. “I suppose I’m getting sentimental in my old age, getting lost in memories. Anyway, you should go get ready. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you for breakfast.”

“Okay.”

After her mother left, Larissa sat quietly on the edge of the bed, stroking Sage’s head as the snake nudged against her.

“Even though she says she’s happy now that she has me, I know that deep down, she still wishes she could have experienced carrying a child of her own,” Larissa murmured. She had seen the flicker of regret in her mother’s eyes.

Sage, not understanding its owner’s complex emotions, simply tilted its head. To its kind, mating and procreation were natural instincts, devoid of sentiment. The strong survived and passed on their genes.

Larissa knew Sapphira hadn’t gone through menopause yet, so theoretically, if her body was healthy, she could still conceive. The main concern had always been the risks associated with a high-risk pregnancy at her age. But perhaps, with her medical skills, she could ensure the safety of both mother and child.

Even so, she would need to discuss it with her father first.

Larissa smiled. “Am I that obvious, Dad?”

Neville chuckled. “I’ve been with your mother for nearly thirty years. I can tell when something’s on her mind, even when she’s smiling. I figured something must have happened when she brought you your clothes this morning.”

Larissa didn’t hide anything, recounting her conversation with Sapphira in full.

“I see,” Neville said, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “You know, I’m not as perfect as your mother makes me out to be. She sees me through rose-colored glasses.”

Larissa was surprised. “What do you mean? Were you just pretending not to want children?”