Duotu stared at the ground, his face ashen. "No future... Then what was the child for? You tell me, what did everything between her and me even mean?"
He clutched his head, filled with anguish and resentment.
Minos said, "What if you treat it as a dream?"
Duotu snapped his head up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him. "I can't compare to you, Holy Monarch. You have everything now, while I have nothing left."
"The precious gift she gave you before she left is enough to make any Male Beast in the world envious." Minos shook his head. "This child is her unique gift, meant only for you."
...
Duotu's expression gradually grew subdued.
Minos handed him the sleeping lion cub, his voice deep and gentle. "The child is what you should treasure most in this life, and the only one who truly belongs to you. As for everything else... His Majesty Yalan should just forget it."
