Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

Chapter 4

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r to the chest. Aidan! My beloved son,

er as she swayed. "What happened? Explain

streaming down her face like broken pearls. "A

the order. "Fetch

the living proof of my love for Catharine, the v

As I passed Florence, I didn't even bother to glance at her. Th

s lying on the bed, his small face flushed a terrifying sha

heat was so intense it sen

. He was the best physician in my domain, a ma

ot good. The young master's fever is dangerously high. His dra

rge of collapse. "Save him, Doct

bs, even attempting to use his weak healing flame to stabilize Ai

cold, dark pit. A storm of rage and helplessn

the misfortune of the day had started wit

f Aidan died... if I lost my son... then s

ordered a nearby guard. "Br

ullivan stared

doing?" Catharine cr

If anything happens to Aidan, that ba

ard. Florence was there, holding Aethan, careful

murder in my eyes, she immediately pull

nt?" she asked,

ided to use your son to pray for his well-being. Perhaps if the g

kill her son and make her feel the same

e, but her eyes held no plea for

hissed, like a cornered l

eered, waving th

an, Florence's voice rang out, sharp

froze. I

he world. "You? A Dragonless woman? Dr. Sullivan himsel

er feet. She stared at me, her gaze as sharp as a scalpel. "

an oath to never harm my son, Aethan, ever a

uldn't afford to refuse. "If you don't agree, or if anyone disturbs me while I wo

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Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

Barclay Hsu Fantasy

“I am "Dragonless" wife of a powerful Dragon Lord. But the moment I opened my eyes, I was being publicly whipped for a false adultery charge orchestrated by his favored concubine. My five-year-old son, Aethan, threw his tiny body over mine to take the brutal, dragon-hide lash. My husband, Caelus, looked at us with pure disgust. "Get out of the way, you Dragonless bastard! Continue the punishment." He ordered the guards to drag my bleeding child away so he could finish beating me to death. To secure a pardon, I used my modern medical knowledge to pull Caelus's other son-the concubine's child-back from a fatal fever. But instead of gratitude, the concubine coached her recovered child to frame me, claiming I had maliciously tortured him with my acupuncture needles. Caelus instantly believed their act, looking at me with murderous suspicion once again. Meanwhile, my own son suddenly coughed up blood and fell unconscious, his spleen silently ruptured from the brutal whip lash he took for me. Looking at my dying child and my cold, arrogant husband, my heart completely died. Why should I stay in this hell, begging for the affection of a blind, cruel man who would let his own flesh and blood die over a cheap lie? I ripped the priceless royal brooch from my collar and stabbed it fiercely into Caelus's hand when he tried to grab my wrist. "I want a divorce. I am done with you completely and forever." This time, I am leaving this wretched place to save my son and live for myself.”