Chapter 5 (1/2)

One after another, count Raymond was very disappointed with his son. After disappointment, he worked harder.

Don't get me wrong, he has no mind to spend his mind on such an idiotic son who has no talent. The countess put the direction of ”efforts” on her beautiful countess.

Since the son is a waste, he is doomed to have no ability to inherit his family and carry it forward. Then... I have to try my best to have another son!

The count's continuous planting and Cultivation for a month on the lady finally worked. Soon, the countess was pregnant again, and in the winter of the next year, count Raymond got his second son.

While the whole Earl's house was celebrating this happy event, Dewey still stayed in his room and read the books of ”potions” carefully.

Thank goodness, the last sentence of master Clark's leaving had an effect. Under the idea of ”what could be worse”, the count simply let his idiot son learn the potion.

For almost a whole few months, the count was not in the mood to see his son again, who had completely disappointed him. Even the countess, who used to love Dewitz, had to reduce the number of visits to her son because she was pregnant and in labor.

On the day after his mother gave birth to a younger brother, Dewey was led to the count's room by his servant to see his mother, who was weak after childbirth, and his younger brother.

I can see the count's satisfaction. Because this new born son, like the tradition of the Rowling family, has a loud and powerful cry. Although he is a newborn baby, he can see that he will be strong in the future.

Count Raymond didn't even have the interest to look at the son. After a polite greeting, he waved him back. Although the countess on the bed was a little impatient, the crying of the newborn baby caught her attention.

Dewey stepped back quietly, with the count's satisfied laughter and the baby's cry behind him. Even though the heart has been numb, Dewey can't help but give birth to a trace of loss.

He reminded himself in his heart: stop thinking. You are not a person in this world, he is not your father... And she is not

Thinking of that stormy night, this beautiful woman had been kneeling in front of the statue for herself all night, Dewey felt a little sad and shook her head.

Trying to get rid of his inner thoughts, Dewey could only turn his attention to study.