An Extra Chance to a Terminally Ill

II

"Bwothewr. Hwungwy," Million says as he hands his brother a box of cookies and lets him eat them on the way to the Capital. He decided to bring his younger brother in the hopes that his health would improve in the southern sunshine. His body is frail and weak, and he's always sick. He does what he likes and has been living a pretty chill life.

"Have you brought your Harons?"

"I hwave thewm," his adorable younger brother responds, pulling out a pure golden Heron stone.

Million patted his little brother's head and let him enjoy his treats until they reached the capital. His brother would surely ask permission to go around the city.

He notices Alioune sleeping against him after hearing soft rustles from his side.

He can sleep wherever and in whatever position he wants.

He carefully wrapped his arms around his brother. He is cautious whenever he is holding him. He appeared to be about to be crushed by his massive hands. When he took over as Duke, he made every effort not to neglect this child. Everyone says he is a burden, but seeing him has made him a proud man who can accept responsibility for his actions.

"I hope to meet a good woman who can care for you as much as I do," Milliaon hoped in this engagement.

They arrived in the capital and went to the Pestellios Villa. The servants lined up calmly and welcomed them. Milliaon raised his hand to silence them as he entered the manor with a small bundle in his arms.

"I will have to meet Count Leopold before anything else," he said, pausing for a moment to rest.

As night fell, Count Leopold arrived at the manor to complete the paperwork for this engagement. A small feast has been prepared for the Count and his firstborn son, but Milliaon does not approve. He has a strong feeling that he dislikes this person right now.

"May I inquire, Your Grace? Are we expecting a visitor?" Count Leopold inquired.

He looked to his right, where there was an empty space.

"No, we are not. He will come here when he wakes up."

"Is that person possibly Your Grace's brother?" inquired the firstborn.

"Yes, he is tired from the long journey, but he dislikes eating alone; he will come soon since it is his usual time for dinner." He dismissed Alioune's concern. He dislikes this man interfering in his personal matters.

When the door slightly opened, they began eating and discussing a few issues. A boy with bluish-black hair entered, his reddish-brown eyes fixed on them. His amazing bedhair looked adorable on him.

"Hellow," the boy said as he entered the dining room. He approached the Duke and said, "Good mowning!"

"But it is evening, so take a seat."

Milliaon stroked the boy's head before the butler helped him into his seat. Another plate of food was delivered.

The Leopolds watched the child with such scrutiny.

"We also have a child with a weak constitution, just like Your Grace's brother." Count Leopold said. He's not doing anything to win his favour but he starts a much more sympathetic story.

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Ali listened to them. Count Leopold has four children. He began telling stories about his twins, his weak youngest daughter and his eldest son.

But there's one person he never mentioned in his stories.

"Bwut... what avout Kallina -noonie?" He asked.