The Runaway Groom
Chapter 493

Chapter 493

Moneypenny's voice was very soft as he whispered to Henry, and he was sliding peeks at Robin as she remained on the ground.

"Sir, you're just upset because Master lan is one of your grandsons, but he did murder Irene Spencer.”

In other words, he was saying that Isaac would never forgive lan, and now, they had no leverage or ability to fight Isaac.

"But as long as he leaves a seed, he's not gone forever,” Moneypenny finished.

Henry quickly understood what he meant.

Turning to look at Robin and thinking about it briefly, he soon said, "Well, that's an idea.”

To assure him further, Moneypenny added, "Master Greg's line will not be snuffed so soon, anyway. Even if something were to happen to Master lan, his father still lives-he's lost the function of his legs, but that doesn't mean he's lost all functions below the waist.”

Henry's wrinkled eyelids twitched. "Sly old fox."

"Well, is there a reason it wouldn't work?" Moneypenny asked as he helped him stand.

Henry considered it, but Moneypenny was right-his grandson was gone, but his son was still alive.

Even if Isaac now had a stranglehold over the Jefferson family estate, they were still not poor enough to need alms.

A starving elephant would still outmatch a lion!

They still retained a considerable fortune to live grandly, and it was not that hard an issue to get Greg a woman.

Money talks, after all.

As for lan, they could give up on him if things did not work out.

"What should we do?" Robin ran toward them just then, and tugged on Henry's sleeve. "You have to save lan!" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Henry traded glances with Moneypenny, and Moneypenny told her, "As you can see, Master Isaac isn't giving any quarter. There's nothing we can do."

Robin was desperate. "Are we supposed to just sit and watch lan being locked up? He's still so young..."

Henry, however, had no patience for her complaints.

What good was crying? They would have gotten lan out if they could. But the reality was that they could not, and would crying change a thing?

What a waste of time!

He was going to let Moneypenny tell her, but since his butler was dawdling, he simply said, "If you care so much about him, are you willing to bear his child?"

Robin froze. What was that supposed to mean? How did it suddenly get to that?

"Shouldn't we be thinking about how to save lan?" she asked.

"We can't get him out," Henry made it very clear. "But you should be able to make it inside..."

"W-What?" Robin's teary gaze showed both understanding and disbelief.

“You will go into his cell and get pregnant with his child. Then, I'll get you out."

Robin dropped limply to the ground. "W-We're not going to save him?" Henry breathed a long sigh-it was not as if he did not want to do it, he just could not.

This was about the only thing he could manage.

“It's fine if you don't agree to it. There's no forcing this anyway," Henry said, and turned toward Moneypenny. “Let's go.”

"...Wait."

Wiping away her tears, Robin said, "rll do it."

Henry naturally expected that answer-she loved lan so much she was definitely willing to sacrifice herself.

As such, he turned toward his butler, "Make the arrangements, Moneypenny.”

“Of course, sir."

Over at Minerva, Irene was looking for her department head, Dr. Pitt, while holding a stack of materials, including the latest progress report on the development of a fully artificial heart. The theme of the forum of Zidonia happened to be about that, and everyone knows that Mead Clinic stood at the top of this field. With the progress report and the pile of data she carried, she was hoping to bring this back home, and the Zidonian research on artificial heart would most definitely gain a breakthrough.

She was at once hopeful and apprehensive, but just as she was about to knock on the door to Dr. Pitts office, she heard voices.

As she listened to the conversation, her face fell...

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