Lady Invincible

Chapter 51

His only son was Christian, and while he was living, he hadn't given him any kind of clues, and not everyone in the Parbenon understood Gaultier.

Gabriel, who did not directly inherit Inoaden's blood, was Christian's fiancée, and was also forced by Gaultier alone.

Of course, Christian's opinion was not reflected at all.

Others in the family protested that it was nonsense to have Gabriel, who had no blood of the nobility to be the next Parbenon owner, but Gaultier dismissed all their opinions.

He pretended to be a decision made for political purposes, but Christian knew the truth was much more straightforward.

Gaultier just didn't want to give Christian the right pair.

Because I can't tolerate Christian or his children becoming more perfect than myself.

You're passing on responsibility on such a subject.

"As you said, if you make a child by sticking with anyone like that."

Christian thought this topic was also very dull.

As a result, his following remarks revealed his hostile intentions.

"Will there be more defectives like the chief?"

At that moment, there was a fierce spark in Gautier's eyes.

"You...!"

As if he was going to chew Christian right away, he gave out a loud cry.

"Is there anything you can see now?"

Christian showed his teeth and smiled sharply.

"You are misunderstanding. There are still so many things that I can see, so I wonder if I'm still playing the father's son like this."

"Shut up! I've never had a son like you!"

Christian twisted the tip of his lips as he watched Gautier screaming as if he were going to have a bubble in his mouth.

"Then, shall I call you brother from now on? Either way, it's a disgusting title."

Kwaagg! Clang!

Gaultier, who couldn't stand the blatant mockery, threw whatever he could get his hands on.

The flying bottle hit the wall and broke into pieces.

The smell of alcohol at the tip of the nose has become stronger since the first time I came into the room.

Smelling the gently rising ink in it, Christian slowly wiped his shoulder off with the paper he still had in his hand.

A small rustling sound penetrated through the sound of breathing spreading from the corner of the room.

"What are you so upset about?"

Christian's voice, which echoed softly, remained calm and peaceful.

"It seems that you are getting excited more easily than before."

Gautier could not give a successor to someone else instead of Christian even if the medicine were put up like this.

Because Christian was a tool that perfectly covers his flaws.

Crack.

Then Christian, who took a step from his seat, stepped on a piece of glass on the floor and approached Gautier.

He put a crumpled paper stained with ink on his desk and drew a friendly smile around his mouth.

"You're old... what if you fall down again?"