The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

A tiger does not harm its cubs.

Gulit, however, had no doubt that in a critical moment, Night Owl could abandon his own son without hesitation.

Night Owl called Moore’s attending physician over and carefully inquired about Moore’s condition. The doctor answered in detail as well.

"How to treat it?" Night Owl asked.

"The best way is a bone marrow transplant."

"Then proceed with the bone marrow transplant."

"But my bone marrow isn’t suitable for Moore. Can you check to see if you’re compatible with Moore?" Gulit said urgently.

"Shut up!"

"I’m begging you... Moore is so pitiful, he’s so small..." With outsiders present, Gulit was unable to say that Moore was his son.

Night Owl looked down at Moore, thinking that ugly children all look alike, finding a substitute to raise for some time should not be discovered by outsiders.

His body had been severely damaged, and no one’s life was as valuable as his own. How could he possibly damage his own body for this child?

Gulit saw cold indifference on Night Owl’s face; Night Owl disliked Moore, even showing disdain.

"You’re really not planning to save him?"

Night Owl ignored the emotions of Gulit, who was on the verge of collapse, and said to the doctor, "Are there other treatment options?"

The doctor knew that in the Imperial Palace, the one with the final say was no longer Gulit but this so-called cousin of Gulit’s, whether he was really a cousin or not was uncertain.

"Chemotherapy is another option, but the Little Sultan is so young, I’m afraid he might not endure it..."

Chemotherapy simply wasn’t feasible. For such a young child, he might not survive the agony of chemotherapy even before being cured.

Gulit hugged his son and sobbed with grief, while Night Owl waved the doctor away.

With no outsiders in the room, Gulit directly knelt at Night Owl’s feet, pleading, "Please save Moore, he’s your son..."

Night Owl sat there, looking down at the woman kneeling at his feet, reminding her, "Gulit, he’s Kiya’s son, not mine! Remember, don’t speak randomly! Otherwise, no one will be able to protect you."

"..."

His gaze lightly swept over the child’s face as he said, "...and your precious son! If people find out he’s not Kiya’s son, hehe... How do you think you and your son will be disposed of?"

"You..." Gulit felt a chill, staring blankly at the high-up, devil-like man. She knew he was cold and ruthless, yet Moore wasn’t someone else; he was Night Owl’s son.

Night Owl kept staring at Moore, contemplating where to find a child similar to Moore... As for the increasingly disobedient Gulit, how to placate her.

"It’s just a bone marrow match, it won’t harm your body... Night Owl, I’m begging you, if Moore dies, it won’t do you any good either."

"Impossible!" Night Owl shattered that last bit of hope in Gulit’s heart.

"Night Owl, how can you be so cruel?"

"Have I always been so cruel? You’re only realizing it now?"

"But he’s your son... Night Owl, look at him, he’s your son, he’s very well-behaved, very cute. Spend more time with him, you’ll grow fond of him..." Gulit shoved Moore into Night Owl’s arms, but Moore, frightened by the man with a dark aura, cried even harder.

"Moore, don’t cry, this is Daddy, why not call him Daddy?"

"Sob..." Moore reached out his small hands, wanting his mother to hold him, sitting on Night Owl’s lap as if perched on a bed of needles.

Gulit saw Night Owl’s cold, impatient expression and feared if she didn’t take Moore away, Night Owl would throw him to the ground. Quickly, she held her son and comforted him.

Moore was frightened, and after Gulit coaxed him for quite a while, Moore finally stopped sobbing.

Gulit’s heart was dead; she no longer hoped this man would do a bone marrow match for her son. She said, "Since you don’t want to do a bone marrow match, can you release a message, letting everyone know Moore is sick, so they can all get a match for him?"

"No way!"

Gulit looked at Night Owl in shock; not only was he unwilling to do a bone marrow match for Moore, but he also stopped others from doing a match for Moore?

"Why?"

Night Owl explained to her, "Because I want Moore to live!"

Gulit was even more puzzled, "Letting more people do bone marrow matches for Moore might find the right one, so Moore’s illness would have more hope of being cured, wouldn’t it?"

"And what if it can’t be cured?" Night Owl retorted.

"How could it not be cured? Abyanabad has so many people, there has to be one suitable match. If not Abyanabad, then somewhere else, I don’t believe there isn’t a match." Gulit refused to believe her son’s luck was that bad.

Night Owl explained his plan to Gulit, "Moore’s illness can’t be made public."

"Why?"

"Because if Moore’s illness is made public, he’ll be closely monitored. If Moore dies, it will be hard to find a puppet similar to Moore once exposed. ...Then, if discovered, we both will be in trouble."

"Night Owl, what are you saying?"

At this point, instead of thinking about how to cure Moore’s illness, he was already thinking about posthumous solutions if Moore died.

"All children look the same; at this age, one day they look different and the next they look the same. If another similar child replaces Moore and hides in the Imperial Palace for a while, then goes out after some time, no one will suspect anything."

Gulit understood and cursed, "Night Owl, you’re not human!"

"..."

"You’re a devil!"

Night Owl laughed, "If it weren’t for me, the devil, you might have long been tortured to death by men!"

"..."

"You now have a noble status, living a luxurious, dignified life without being bullied by your sisters... You should be most grateful to me."

"I know, I know it all... but you cannot harm Moore..."

"I haven’t harmed him; if he’s this weak, it’s inevitable that he will die."

The environment Night Owl lived in revered the strong; the weak were eliminated. So many people died daily due to weakness, Night Owl had become numb.

The weak living have no meaning; they should make way for the strong.

If Moore wasn’t of any use anymore, his sickly body should’ve been thrown into the sea and drowned long ago!

Night Owl was concerned Gulit might do something irrational, so he left one of his men to keep a close watch on Gulit.

...

After Night Owl left, Gulit returned to her room and broke out in sobs while Hanna held the sleeping Moore and cried along with her.

"Princess, what should we do?" Hanna was completely at a loss for what to do.