My Mate Is Now the Hired Help
At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard.
"Just accept it, Layla."
Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone.
Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away.
But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment.
That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree.
"Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for C
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