The news that Duchess Borot was about to give birth soon spread because her movements were so loud that her family and servants could not hide it.

It was also a coincidence that the old man Benedict, who had been working for the cause of the church, had just returned to Aston City.

When the cardinal was visiting, Tarun greeted him excitedly, "Your Excellency, you have come at a very timely time, the Duchess is showing signs of dystocia, so please go and help you take a look."

The old man was frightened and trotted along with Talen.

Mrs. Charlotte had not expected Benedict to come, and she had nothing to do with it, almost wiping tears from her eyes, begging her to find out why, to find a way.

Benedict took a moment's heck, and then took a closer look at Catherine's pulse and temperature, and there didn't seem to be anything particularly unusual in any of the indicators, except for the weirdly bulging belly.

Catherine no longer howled, her voice was hoarse, her strength was almost exhausted, and she could only stare at the sky with two terrifying eyes.

Albert was drenched in sweat, and the pressure he had to bear as a husband was unprecedented. He held his wife's weak hand for a while, and kissed her on the cheek lovingly.

Mrs. Charlotte struggled to control her emotions, and asked Benedict with trepidation, "How is it?

The cardinal didn't know how to answer, because the question could neither be said truthfully, nor should it be pandered to it.

At this time, Albert resolutely relieved the siege and said: "Mom, now there is only one step at a time, and you are not deliberately letting the Bishop jump into the fire pit."

Mrs. Charlotte, who had always been sensible, was a little out of control at this time, and she might be able to remain calm on matters of state, but she could no longer bear the setbacks of her family.

Benedict stands in front of her, in fact, a big scar, and although their romance has long since faded over time, Albert is still an inescapable witness.

The child in Catherine's womb also has Benedict's blood in it, and why can't the old man share his anguish and sorrow?

The more Mrs. Charlotte thought about it, the more grieved she felt, and she managed to endure it, but her face was already red.

Benedict was a man of understanding, and even if Tonya had changed her name ten times and had hundreds of wrinkles on her face, he could still make sure he recognized her at first sight and understood some of her thoughts.

Now the situation is urgent, special means must be used, and the cardinal asks everyone to withdraw, leaving only Mrs. Charlotte and a few other 'women'.

Albert was no exception, he was also respectfully asked to go, and if it weren't for the resolute eyes of Benedict who played a considerable role, the young man would not have dared to let go.

The old man's thinking was clear: I couldn't delay any longer, and I had to do a caesarean section right away.

Although it will be easy to use magic, it is difficult to ensure that it will not harm new life, and physical surgery may be a little cumbersome, but it can basically keep mother and child safe.

The quack doctor was also on the side, and the tools he had brought with him came in handy.

The first condition for those who do this must be that their hands are steady, and even the slightest tremor may bring unexpected dangers.

The sweat on Benedict's forehead kept rolling down, and the few hairs he had had already soaked, clinging to the 'door' of his brain, forming a strange picture.

He asked others to wipe his sweat for help, and he stood there like a clay sculpture of wood, and there was no movement except for the constant movement of his hands and arms.

The quacks on the side were stupid. What kind of thing a big living person could do? Considering Benedict's age, it was a miracle.

Mrs. Charlotte was silent, although the Benedict in front of her had long since lost the heroic posture of the day. The back and the gray 'colored' face all tell the ruthlessness of the years, but his words and deeds still reveal the shadow of the year from time to time. The aspiring monk of Fort Salat, the sweet young man, the gentle and affectionate man, the time stood still, if she had always been Tonya, if he had given up his somewhat slim pursuits, then Albert might not have become Duke Borot, he would not have had to carry so many burdens, and he would have to run from east to west, from south to north. They can live happily ever after, ignoring the stupid and childish disgusting political games of careerists.

It's a pity.Time waits for no one.There is no regret in the world.Since Benedict has chosen his career with a firm and ruthless heart.Then all this is doomed.Mrs. Charlotte once thought that the Duke of Borot in Solo City might have been rewarded by God.Because she had borne all the consequences alone.And she did not complain in the slightest.But now she was also 'confused'.If God was really wise and merciful.Then it would be proper for Albert to bear the fate of the whole principality......

An earth-shattering cry interrupted Charlotte's thoughts.

"It's a boy, it's a boy, mother and son are safe." The quack doctor, who had hardly played any role, was the first to shout out at this moment, and he was nervous for a long time.

"God forbid, God forbid." Mrs. Charlotte was a devout polymath, and her instinctive reaction at this time was to immediately thank the Almighty benefactor.

Several of the 'maids' tried to hug the baby boy, and Benedict laughed and said, "Be careful, be careful, don't head down."

"I'm going to look at him......" Catherine said intermittently, she was still weak, but the child could certainly give her spiritual encouragement.

It was a white, chubby little fellow, who showed no sign of premature birth, whose face was full of baby folds, who looked very cute, whose round hands and feet staggered from time to time, as if to announce to the world that he had come in good health.

Albert, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, was the first to rush in, and he pressed all the heads behind him back.

The young couple looked at each other affectionately, and that brief moment was better than countless pallors and deceptions in the world, and their individuality was continued, and the essence of their love was born.

Albert has his son in one hand and Catherine in the other, neither of which can be let go of or ignored, and he is now the happiest man in the world, because he really has everything.

The emperors of the Tamborance Empire had virtuous wives like Isabella, but they could not bear any fruit. King Richard of Hope Island was young, but he was not even married.

In spite of his exile and exile, Duke Borot has finally taken a much more solid step on the road of life than the two men mentioned above, which cannot be bought by gold, and this is not brought by power, because life belongs only to the Almighty God, who cannot be seen or touched.

At this moment, Albert is once again voluntarily subsuming himself into the bosom of erudition, and he truly realizes a feeling of divine purity, which can be described in many words, such as sweetness, warmth, joy, etc., etc., but those are only superficial 'hair'. Albert's real feeling in his heart is the enveloping of the Almighty benefactor, which cannot be expressed by anything, because nothing in the world is worthy of a single God, otherwise they cannot be created.

Mrs. Charlotte wept with joy, and she kissed Catherine, Albert, and her newborn grandson, and then she threw out a series of questions with affectionate kisses: "What should we call for the health and vigor of our lovely child?"

"Mom, you're so unambiguous." Albert teased with a bright face, that he had actually discussed this with Catherine a long time ago, and that after arguing for a long time, the couple finally came up with a few alternatives. Roger, Ed 'Mon' or George."

The princess of the Duchy of Borot shook her head again and again, "It's not good, it's not good, it's either too vulgar or it's too tactful.

"Mother, you have a lot to worry about, and if you want to name it, pick from these three, which I discussed with Catherine."

"Okay, okay, I can't get through you two young people." Mrs. Charlotte spread her hands and looked helpless.

The room burst into laughter.

After waiting for Catherine to settle down, Tarun quietly came to Albert's side and said, "There are a few strangers dressed strangely who want to see you.

"Did they explain what they meant?"

"I don't want to say it, I have to do it in front of you."

"Okay, I'll clean up a little bit, and I'll go."

'Want' to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.