#Chapter 353 – A Prince of Two Thrones

Ella “Um, excuse me,” Roger says, and Sinclair and I – mutually surprised – snap our attention to him. “Obviously,” he says, pointing a slow hand between the air between him and his brother, “the question of why the Sinclair blood was desired is the only one with the clear answer –“ “Oh my god, Roger,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning back in his chair and raising a hand to cover his face, exhausted. “The quality of these genetics,” Roger continues, grinning, “I mean, who wouldn’t want these babies –“ “Not me, anymore,” Cora quips, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Roger with a raised brow. “Baby for sale! Highest bidder!” “You’re worth millions,” Roger whispers towards Cora’s stomach, leaning his head low to pretend to speak to the baby. “Don’t let them undersell you –“ “Enough,” Sinclair snaps, though he does it half-heartedly. I can’t help but laugh a little, and honestly, when I consider it, I can’t disagree. I look at the proof still cu