The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 586 - 627: Little Prince Dylan

"You weren’t like this from the start. It took me a long time to train you before you were up to par. I don’t want my daughter to find a man from Abyanabad and then have to worry about training him too."

"I can’t argue with you."

Sienna noticed the man in front of her was unhappy. She nudged him, saying, "Adrian, you love your daughter so much. Are you really willing to let her marry a man from Abyanabad, to have a husband who would marry dozens of wives?"

"Of course not!" Adrian didn’t even have to think about his answer.

"Well, that settles it!"

Adrian thought for a moment, then said, "I should start considering finding a foster husband for her now. Raise him from a young age, know his background thoroughly, so I can be at ease about her future."

Sienna, who was drinking water, almost spat it out when she heard this.

「...」

Kiya held his son’s hand and dismissed the servants. He looked around to ensure no one else was nearby, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Paige’s voice sounded. Kiya realized how deeply he missed this woman, a tide of longing surging through him.

"It’s me, my Princess Consort."

After Kiya spoke, he waited for Paige to come and open the door for him, but there was no movement. He knocked on the door again with his hand, saying, "Princess Consort, open the door."

The door was locked from the inside; he couldn’t open it from the outside.

"Princess Consort..."

"..."

"Are you still angry at me?"

"..."

"Open the door and let us talk!"

There was no sound inside the room, as if Paige’s voice just now had been an illusion.

His Princess Consort was still unwilling to forgive him.

Paige was stubborn, and Kiya had anticipated this situation before coming, which was why he had brought his son. He knew Paige would refuse him but would never refuse to see her son.

Kiya stroked his son’s head and said, "Dylan, your mother is inside. Could you call her to open the door?"

Dylan coughed lightly and shook his head.

"Dylan, can you help me? Do you want your mother to never come home? It’s far from the Imperial Palace here. If you want to see her later, you won’t be able to."

"Isn’t it true that I can’t see her now anyway?"

Dylan’s voice was calm, but Kiya saw resentment in his son’s indifferent eyes.

"I’m sorry..."

"If you promise to let me go back to my mom, I’ll help you get her to open the door." Dylan was a smart and mature child despite his poor health.

"This... I can’t decide. I still have to discuss it with your mother."

Dylan turned and walked away, leaving Kiya stunned. He hadn’t expected his son to be so unyielding. Kiya followed him, asking, "Dylan, where are you going?"

"I am going to see Curly."

Paige only had one older brother, Adrian Desmond, who was almost thirty and had a daughter named Curly. Paige often mentioned Curly to Dylan. Dylan knew Curly was a lively, pretty girl, his younger cousin, but he had never met her.

So when his father said he would take him to his uncle’s house, Dylan had readily agreed.

"Don’t you want to see your mother?"

"Father, aren’t you hosting a summit tomorrow? You’ll definitely return to the Imperial Palace later, and I’ll stay here. So, I’ll be able to see Mom tomorrow."

"You can’t stay here!"

His wife had yet to be coaxed home, and now even his son was unwilling to leave. If he didn’t keep Dylan with him, he would have no leverage at all.

Dylan suddenly stopped and glanced at the miniature Piaget watch on his wrist. He indifferently reminded, "Father, you have one hour left. If I were you, I’d hurry up and talk to Mom. Even if you can’t persuade her to come home with you, you should at least let her know your stance."

"Then why don’t you help me get your mom to open the door?"

"I want to live with my mom! If you agree, of course I’ll help you. Otherwise... why should I help you?" Dylan said coldly.

"I’m your father!"

"That’s all you are!"

Kiya was stung by the indifference in his son’s eyes. The royal family had many rules, and Dylan had been raised as an heir since childhood. Due to his poor health, he was often sick for half the year, so his temperament grew colder.

"I’m sorry," he said with a sigh, squatting down and looking at his son’s frail body. "Dylan, there are many things that I, as your father, can’t control."

"I understand."

Dylan turned and walked away, leaving his father behind ruthlessly. Kiya couldn’t help but grow angry. If it weren’t for his son’s weak health, he would have punished him with a beating.

"Dylan, Father is angry!"

Dylan still walked away.

Kiya checked the time. He had less than an hour before he had to leave. His son had been right: he needed to hurry and coax his Princess Consort to return with him.

He turned back and stood in front of Paige’s door.

This room was Paige’s boudoir before her marriage. He had even slept in this very room a few times.

"Princess Consort!"

"..."

"Open the door, and let’s talk."

KNOCK KNOCK. The sound of his knocking was very abrupt in the quiet night. Kiya didn’t dare to knock too loudly, nor speak in a raised voice. He was afraid of being overheard, as it would damage the dignity and prestige of the royal family.

"Paige, I’ve been communicating with the Queen Mother. I’ll get her to return Dylan to you. He’s your son. No one can take him from you, not even me." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His forehead pressed against the door, his usually steady voice now tinged with anxiety. "I’m leaving for a visit to Rossdon and other countries tomorrow, and I won’t be back for a month. Can you let me see you one last time before I go?"

No matter what Kiya said, there was no movement inside. If it had been Adrian Desmond, he would have kicked the door open long ago. But Kiya was Kiya; his upbringing wouldn’t allow him to do such a thing.

"Are you asleep?"

"..."

"I brought Dylan here. Don’t you want to see him?" He listened carefully for any movement inside but heard nothing.

"Paige, don’t you want to see your son?"

In the room, Paige sat on the bed, her feet on the mattress, sitting there silently in the dark, listening to the voice outside the door.

She pursed her lips, offering no response.

Her brother had asked her, "Do you really want to divorce Kiya?"

Paige’s answer had been, "Yes!"

She really wanted a divorce.

She had been too young when she married Kiya, young enough to think that love was all life had to offer. But as time went on, she discovered that the love she had initially wanted had gradually soured.

"Paige, I have to go."

"..."

"Stop being so willful. Remember, you are the Princess Consort of Abyanabad."

She didn’t want to be the Princess Consort of Abyanabad; she just wanted to be a man’s wife.

The clamorous voice outside finally disappeared. See? That’s all the sincerity he had, Paige thought.