"Yes." Victoria looked at Nigel Clegg with a mix of arrogance and petulance, "If I want this engagement ceremony to continue, if I say that as long as His Highness the Prince still wishes to marry his Princess, he may proceed, then would anyone else have any objections?"
No one dared to answer.
No one dared to say another word.
Whether in agreement or opposition, at a time like this, both were grievous sins.
Unable to help herself, Melody Foster squeezed Victoria's arm and whispered softly, "Mommy..."
However, Hank Clegg immediately gave Melody Foster a look and shook his head, signaling her to say nothing.
Victoria continued to look at Nigel Clegg.
"Your Highness the Prince, since you have known all along that Miss Foster is infertile, and you are aware of the consequences of marrying her, yet you still insist on the engagement, it proves that you don't care whether you will have offspring or not, right?"
