"Are you so certain about her child..."
After a while, Lady Fujiwara spoke up.
"I would bet everything I have."
Fujiwara Takuya answered without hesitation, his voice slow and clear, each word like a nail hitting the floor, probably the most resolute he has ever been in his life.
"Her child must not be Wataru Tetsuya's."
Lady Fujiwara looked at him, her face dark and inscrutable.
"Then who do you think it belongs to?"
Fujiwara Takuya did not immediately reply, overwhelmed by two successive bombshells, his mind in chaos, not having had the chance to consider this matter. But when Lady Fujiwara mentioned it, almost subconsciously, a face appeared in his mind's eye.
An Eastern face.
"Mother, this is a question you shouldn't ask me. Go ask your precious daughter; she surely can give you a satisfactory answer."
Lady Fujiwara exhaled slowly.
She knew she had to show a stance to stabilize her son.
