Thomas Nightingale felt despair wash over him, compounded by his physical injuries, causing a mouthful of blood to gush from his lips.
He never would have imagined that Princess Angelia would take responsibility for a mere Romon.
Even more inconceivable was the fact that the real Princess Angelia had an even deeper relationship with Romon.
"I, I..." He struggled to form coherent words for several moments.
Romon, however, brought even worse news, "Nightingale, there's something I must tell you. Your son, he's at Highmount Fortress, right?"
"You!!!"
Thomas Nightingale's eyes widened in terror, his sclera turning blue as his veins threatened to burst.
His body had already been reduced to this state today, and without Aiken, there was no way to heal him.
Thus, he had more or less accepted that his eldest son would inherit the Lord's position.
But Romon's words plunged him into a deep chill.
