Rachel frowned, taken aback by Beatrice's response, which was unnecessary. "Wasn't that a bit too far? I was only trying to offer you advice so your son would not have a little bastard running through his manor or you would not have to send the child far away so Rafael's future wife would be comfortable. You know how the story goes."
Beatrice smiled, amused by the fact that Rachel believed Rafael would have a bastard. At some point, she wished he would just mess up once and give her a grandchild, but she raised him well. "I would like for you and your daughter to stop worrying about who my son spends his time with and what will become of him in the future."
"Whoever Rafael marries and has a child with is none of your concern," said Beatrice.
"Typical," Rachel scoffed, looking off to the side, rolling her eyes at Beatrice. "It is always mothers like you who don't lecture their sons about sleeping around with their maids, and then the wives have to deal with it."
