Chapter 610: Cuckold

"Pretend to have a miscarriage?" The words hung in the air, shocking everyone. How could this be?

Someone quickly asked, "Queen of Visionary, you can't lie about this. Do you have any proof?"

Molly’s gaze fell on Luana. Preoccupied with Joyce earlier, she hadn't noticed anything unusual. Now, all the blood on Luana had dried; it was gone, which seemed odd.

"Luana, what happened here? Doctor, examine her," Logan demanded, his voice deep.

"Wait!" Joyce interrupted. "Logan, if my daughter is involved and possesses medical skills, why not let her treat Luana? Who knows if your doctor is trustworthy? He couldn't even distinguish chicken blood—he might have been bribed!"

Logan sharply looked at the doctor, who, visibly frightened, averted his gaze.

Olive stepped forward. "Mr. Theodore, I'll examine her. If Concubine Luana didn't miscarry and the twins are alive, everyone will rejoice."

"Princess of Visionary, thank you," Logan nodded.

Olive approached Luana, her gaze intense, her lips curving into a slow smile. "Concubine Luana, don't be afraid. I'm here to heal you."

Olive's words resonated with such force that Luana felt she was facing a demon, advancing step by step. Fearful of Olive's diagnosis ruining her, Luana leaped up, crying, "No! Don't come near me! Save me!"

Luana fled to Logan's side. Her speed, considering a supposed six-month miscarriage, was startling.

Olive watched coldly, then grabbed Luana's skirt. With a rip, Luana's clothes tore, exposing her thighs. An empty blood bag fell out.

Luana, unable to discard it, lunged for the bag. But Olive swiftly snatched it, holding it up. "What's this? Why did it fall from Luana's clothes?"

Olive sniffed the bag, her eyebrows rising in disgust. "Chicken blood. It came from Concubine Luana. You didn't miscarry; you used this to deceive me!"

"Oh my God!"

A wave of shock washed over the onlookers. "Luana, how could you do this? Are you mocking the royal family, or do you think we're fools?" "Luana, what is your goal? Why deliberately harm the Visionary princess? Do you seek to ignite war between our countries?"

Terror gripped Luana. She shook her head, "No, it's not like that."

Olive's eyes glittered with amusement. "It seems Luana did miscarry. The six-month-old twins are stillborn. We should remove them immediately. Let me cut open Luana's belly and take them out!"

Olive produced a knife, poised to strike Luana. Luana, eyes wide with fear, clung to Logan. "My lord, save me! Save the babies! They're still in my womb! Don't let the Visionary princess harm us!"

Olive paused, her lips lifting slowly. "Luana, you've confessed!"

Luana looked up into Logan's cold gaze. "My lord, I…"

Logan, furious, shoved Luana away. "Luana, this was all an act! What was your purpose?"

"Mr. Theodore," Olive said, "Luana is pregnant with twins; she wouldn't risk her life unless… someone instigated her. You should discover the mastermind."

"Luana, I'm giving you a chance. Tell me who orchestrated this!" Logan roared.

Luana glanced nervously at Molly. Molly's clenched fists spoke volumes; she wanted Luana dead. The chicken blood ruse had ruined her plans.

Knowing the lie was exposed, Molly quickly interjected, "My lord, I believe there's a misunderstanding between Luana and the Princess. Luana was only joking. Let's forget this."

Logan was deeply concerned for Luana's pregnancy, hesitant but ultimately inclined to protect her.

Olive smiled faintly. "Molly's words reminded me of our quarrel with Luana. Prince Aaron interrupted us, and Luana seemed… jealous. She called me a slut. Those who don't know might think Luana is Prince Aaron's concubine."

A stunned silence followed Olive's revelation. All eyes turned to Aaron and Luana. Luana, Logan's favorite concubine, was involved with Aaron. Incest?

The royal family was in utter disarray. Molly was horrified; she was unaware of her son's infidelity. Whose children were these, truly?

Logan, a man who valued appearances above all, could not bear being cuckolded, especially by his own son.

"Aaron, Luana, what is going on?" Logan demanded, his voice laced with fury.

Aaron, usually so modest, stammered under the intense scrutiny. "Father, don't believe the Princess's accusations. Does she have proof?"