The twins' bodies were unsure if they were uncomfortable or comfortable as they slowly stretched and moved...

Ackman took one glance and immediately lowered his head.

Half an hour later.

Aiden finally finished his meal.

As the twins wiped his mouth clean, Aiden burped contentedly, asking, "Ackman, how many followers did you recruit today?"

Ackman explained without hesitation, "Lord, fifteen people..."

Aiden's previously calm face immediately turned gloomy, "Ackman, my words have always been strict and orderly."

"You still have a few days; if you can't recruit a thousand followers, there's no need for you to be the Chief Attendant!"

Ackman quickly responded, "Lord, I always remember your instructions."

Aiden's tone slightly improved, "Good to remember."

After speaking.

Aiden stood up, embracing the twin maids on either side, under everyone's gaze.

He stepped toward the staircase not far away.

Until Aiden's figure ascended the staircase and disappeared, Ackman felt a slight relief in the pressure on his mind.

Retracting his gaze, Ackman looked at Justin, who was cleaning the tableware with the maids.

Justin's face was full of seriousness and composure at this moment.

Where was the eager and indulged expression when he was with her in the room?

Justin glanced back at him, speaking casually and indifferently, "Ackman, Chief Attendant, if you are quite idle, you can inspect the residence!"

"Many followers have been newly recruited; be cautious not to recruit some undesirable ones here."

"If anything unexpected happens, the Lord certainly won't spare you, the Chief Attendant!"

Ackman naturally dared not overstep, "Yes, madam."

He stepped back a few steps and began to inspect the residence.

Until late at night.

After inspecting the third floor of the residence, Ackman came to the second floor.

Looking at the double door still slightly ajar, Ackman hesitated for a moment.

Thinking of Justin's composure not long ago, her words were graceful and confident.

A surge of illicit fire exploded within Ackman's body.

He was going to see how Justin, alone, would maintain her composure!

He walked into the room, closing the door.

A moment later.

The sound of clapping bodies resounded behind the wooden door.

Not restrained in the slightest, like a complete release of emotions.

An hour later, silence enveloped the room.

In the dimly lit room.

Ackman tightly embraced Justin from behind.

His left hand, placed on her body, roamed and kneaded freely.

A ghostly voice emerged from Justin, facing away from him.

"Ackman... what should we do after this?"

Ackman, who was playfully engaged before, immediately stopped his hands.

He inquired, "What do you mean by that?"

Justin's voice turned somewhat cold, continuing, "So? Have you forgotten?"

Ackman remained silent, quietly listening.

He naturally understood why Justin would ask this.

Justin said, "This matter can't be hidden."

"A month has passed without bleeding; at most two more months, my body will undergo significant changes... I'll become pregnant!"

Ackman wanted to say something but was interrupted by Justin.

"Don't think this has nothing to do with you."

"I haven't shared a bed with the Lord for five years now!"

"There's a problem with the Lord's body, no matter how good the stamina, with endless energy, he can't father a blood heir with a woman."

"To preserve his dignity as a Lord, we can only say there's an issue with my body."

"A month without bleeding is the best proof, I'm pregnant, indicating there's no problem with my body."

"But likewise, the child can only be someone else's..."

At this point.

Justin paused, then continued.

"If the Lord knows his legitimate wife is pregnant but the child isn't his..."

"What do you think the Lord will do?"

"The Lord bought so many young maids to nurture a blood heir for the Morrison family!"

As Justin continued to reveal the truth, Ackman felt a growing immense pressure in his heart.

If the Lord knows, even beheading is considered light.

What awaits him is the endless torment!

Seeing Ackman still silent, Justin continued speaking, as if passing a death sentence on him.

"You'll die, then be chopped into pieces by Aiden to feed his Greyhound."

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Ackman's hands.

"I'll die too, because I've betrayed Aiden Morrison."

"And also, the child in my belly with you will die!"

At this point.

Ackman's brow furrowed tightly, his voice low.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Justin gently shook her head, "I don't know... I don't know what you should do."

"But... I want to live, I want to live with your child!"

"Though the time with you is short, every time I feel very happy!"

Ackman's body hairs instantly stood upright, the complexity in his heart was overwhelming.

After a moment of silence.

Ackman tightly hugged Justin, softly speaking, "Rest assured, I'll make sure you and the child... survive!"

Justin's somewhat panicked voice turned calm.

"Alright."

Only then.

Ackman came to understand; Justin's composure and seriousness in front of others were all an act.

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