Remarried Empress – Chapter 299. Rasta's disappointment. (1)
When he was told that Rasta refused to come to his room again and was confined, Soviet Union mumbled coldly.
"You use the baby as a shield all the time."
I didn't think it would come smoothly, but it's amazing that he makes the same excuse every time.
The secretary looked at the Soviet Union.
"If you speak more strongly…."
"That's enough. You'll be in trouble if you tell me you have a stomachache again."
The hand-pulled Soviet Union lifted a pearl-colored box from the table and removed the lid and approached the cage.
The bluebird rushed to the front of the Soviet Union and opened its mouth quickly.
Sovietzsche looked at the bird's solder, putting some of the moi in the box into the mow.
There was a little bit of hair in that part, but now there was quite a bit of feathers coming up again.
Soviet Union stared at the bird eating with excitement and smiled bitterly.
The bird, which was thrown to give to Navier, has now become his little calm.
And as the bird got cuter, I was disappointed at Rasta, who plucked the feathers of the bird.
How can you be so fragile and delicate?….
"Later."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"You'd better leave it to a nanny when a baby is born."
"What?"
"I need someone to look at the baby while I'm away."
"Oh…."
"I'm going to have to slowly re-read my enemy."
"…."
"Baby's small. Yeori."
The secretary couldn't keep up with the flow of Soviet consciousness and shut up.
Why don't you take care of Rasta when she's not looking at the baby?
Does "Nanny see when I'm not around" mean that you take care of the rest of the time?
If you're reading the book, do you mean that you'll raise the whole thing?
Various questions almost popped up to my throat, but I managed to remain silent.
The secretary deserved to be embarrassed.
Not only the royal family but also the aristocrats did not raise their own babies.
Usually, the main caregiver was a nanny.
But even if the secretary asked this question, Soviet Union would have answered without caring.
For the first question, say no and for the next question, say yes.
"What about slave documents? Haven't you found it yet?"
"I beg your pardon. It would be easy to find a large number of people, but since we can't, things are not going as fast as we thought, Your Majesty."
We have to get it as soon as possible. As soon as possible."
When the secretary left, Soviet Union put his finger in the cage and stroked the bird once, and returned to his bed.
With his forehead on his clasped hand, he closed his eyes and pressed his nervousness.
He saved LeBetti because she was a witness to Rasta's crime, but also to keep Lhotesch's own mouth shut.
In addition, in case the slave documents burst, several other measures were prepared, but the best thing was to find and destroy the documents first.
However, the investigation itself has been slow, and it has become restless.
The unexpected sound was heard when Soboshe lay in bed for a while, pressing down on the edge of his sizzling eyes.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is giving birth!"
The Soviet Union sprang up. An early birth?
When I opened the door and went out to the drawing room, I stood with a face that was hard to tell whether the servant was happy or worried.
When he saw the expression, Soviet Union belatedly understood the situation.
"I can't believe I'm pregnant!"
Soviet Union hurriedly opened the door, went out and ran straight to the West Palace.
After two births, Rasta realized that whether she gave birth in a bad environment or in a good environment, she was sick.
In the pain of scratching through the stomach, Rasta screamed and stirred in the air.
The seemingly endless pain gradually subsided after a few hours.
Drenched in cold sweat, she gasped in the aftermath of the pain.
'I have to be a son.'
With her whole body stretched weakly, she thought.
"I have to be a son.'
If the relationship with Soviet Union is special, it may not matter whether it is a son or a daughter, but the situation was different now.
I had to be a son. Two chances would not come.
"Your Majesty the Empress, Your Majesty! What a beautiful baby you are!"
Next to her, Lady Verdi called with joy.
Rasta turned his head helplessly to the side because he didn't have the energy to answer.
I blinked a few times and tried to find a blurry focus.
Lady Verdi was hugging something small in a soft cloth.
The roaring cry spread in a good voice.
In the meantime, the maidens brought warm water and towels to the basin and wiped Lasta's face and neck.
"What about the baby?"
Rasta asked Mrs. Verdi in a weak voice.
"Is that your son?"
The smiling Lady Verdi's face hardened. Rasta saw it unraveled.
"It's your daughter."
Rasta mumbled blankly.
"My daughter."
My eyes were dim again.
Rastar bit his lips and cried while he was blinking.
No way. I should have been a son.
Deep despair crept up her ankles like a sticky swamp.
Rasta covered his head in tears with her hands.
"Huh…."
He had to be a son for himself and for the sake of the baby.
But a daughter.
Rasta trembled with vague anxiety.
The labor pains have subsided, but this time they have been heartbroken.
"Your Majesty the Empress. Look at the baby."
Lady Verdi tried to hand over the baby, but Rasta shook her head and shook her hand.
"Later."
I was so disappointed now that I didn't want to see the baby.
At times like this, I was afraid that I would resent the baby for nothing.
"I'll hug you later."
As the baby began to growl again, Mrs. Verdi straightened her slightly bent back.
In the meantime, a maid came running and asked Rasta.
"Your Majesty the Empress, I asked you to ask her if it would be okay for her to come into the room."
"Your Majesty is here?"
"You've been waiting at the door for hours."
Rasta rubbed her eyes and opened her arms to Lady Verdi.
"Give him the baby. Tell his Majesty to come in."
The baby quickly fell silent as it was hugged by Rasta.
Wiggling his small arms, he wriggled his fingers as if he knew who his mother was.
The overwhelming love for the baby and repeated disappointment. Rasta sobbed again with two conflicting emotions.
"Lasta?"
In the meantime, Soviet Union, who came into the room, was surprised and called Rasta.
Rasta tried to swallow his tears and smiled relentlessly at the Soviet Union.
"Your Majesty, what a beautiful baby."
Sovietzsche rushed to the point where she had no hair and hugged the baby.
"Pretty …" She's a pretty daughter."
Her face lit up as soon as she saw the baby, but Rasta was too busy wiping out the tears.
Sobesch held the baby dearly, and was flustered not knowing what to do with his hands.
I haven't read the book and found a nanny yet. I was embarrassed by the sudden attack.
Besides, is it because it is premature? The baby was too small even though it was full of months.
However, the baby's wrinkled skin looked so lovely.
He couldn't hold back his tears.
To protect the baby, he broke up with the woman he loved most.
For this baby.
"Your Majesty, you have to eat it like this."
Watching the scene anxiously, Lady Verdi carefully fixed her baby hug.
"Like this? Can I do this?"
"Yes."
Sovietzsche fixed the baby and carefully swept the little red little baby with his big hand.