At that moment, Ambrose turned and asked, “That’s right, where is my father? The Emperor wanted to kill him yesterday; he wouldn’t be dead, right?”

“He…” Yvette did not know what to say. She forced a smile and consoled him, “He’ll be alright.”

‘I wasn’t able to rescue Lord Kenny. He might have been executed by now. There’s only so much a child’s heart can take. I can’t tell him such cruel news for now.”

Before Ambrose could speak, Yvette hugged him in her arms. “Ambrose, time to go to sleep.”