Soren nodded solemnly.
"Oh, God…" Serena let out a ragged breath, pacing a step back. "How could you even think I'm qualified for a role like that?"
A faint, melancholic smile touched Soren's lips.
"I hope I'm not asking too much. I just want to know that if… in the future…"
His gaze drifted toward the window, his voice dropping to a quiet, haunted murmur.
"If fate crowns this child as the next Sovereign, and I'm no longer around to see it… I want you to be the one supporting him. I want him to have family."
The two siblings continued talking, completely unaware that every word was being recorded—and that Madam Beckett, now cruising in the luxury of a private jet, had just finished listening to the entire conversation.
"That's fine by me. She was bound to find out sooner or later," she said, handing the phone back to Alan.
