Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588: Forgive my lack of decorum

"Your family will be here anytime soon," Gabriel informed her as he settled onto the edge of the bed, carefully adjusting Noah in his arms. The infant was finally quiet.

"You called them!?" Amelie arched her eyebrows.

"Yes. They are safe with those rings, but it would be best if they stay in the palace. I sent Denzel to their house, so he will be the one bringing them here," Gabriel explained while looking at her. "I won’t leave any flank unguarded while I’m away."

"You and Karmen talked for long with Louis. Did you all find out any solution?" Amelie inquired, sitting beside him.

"Yes. Louis didn’t have any knowledge regarding it, but Karmen suggested the Bloodsmiths. Louis confirmed that smiths could have knowledge of such a metal, and Carlos remembered hearing that only Bloodsmiths can forge it," Gabriel answered.

"I’m hearing about the Bloodsmiths for the first time," Amelie stated, her brow furrowing. "How are you going to find them?"

"They are in Zedrion, according to Karmen. He and I visited that country a few years ago, and that’s where he first heard of them. Louis and Karmen have already left for Zedrion to begin the search," Gabriel explained.

"I hope they find them," Amelie prayed. "By the way, did you see Kate?" she asked, her voice soft with concern for her sister-in-law.

"Not yet. With what face am I even going to see her? I feel pathetic, Amelie. I have never felt this way before," Gabriel admitted with guilt in his eyes and voice. To him, every scar on Katelyn was a mark of his own failure.

Noah, sensing the shift in the air, tilted his head back. He began to bring his tiny thumb toward his mouth, but Gabriel caught it right away, gently pulling the small hand back and shaking his head.

"You should go and see her. I am sure she must be wanting to see you eagerly," Amelie said with a small, encouraging smile. She then looked at their son. "Noah, why aren’t you sleeping today?"

"Is he in distress too? I saw his face looked as if he was worried," Gabriel muttered, his large hand almost covering the baby’s entire head as he stroked it.

"He’s truly distressed seeing you worried," Amelie stated. "I had to go out earlier because he refused to sleep and even began crying for you. He knows, Gabriel. He feels everything you do."

A genuine, weary smile finally broke across Gabriel’s face. He shifted his grip and lifted Noah high into the air, making the baby’s eyes go wide. "Daddy is all fine, Noah. You shouldn’t be worried. You’re just a baby, so just focus on sleeping and having your milk," he cooed.

"Gabriel, don’t carry everything alone," Amelie said, her voice laced with a deep warmth. "You think it’s your responsibility to finish Ophelia. It’s mine too. So, don’t feel too burdened. Okay?"

She reached out, her hand finding his and squeezing it gently. "Tell me, why do you have to do it alone? I thought we would end her together."

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