Pregnancy Is Too Much For The Villain-Chapter 168

Clifton’s enraged voice echoed loudly through the room.

Ignoring his husband's frantic shouting, Ebner turned to the attendants and asked calmly, "Has His Highness taken his sedatives?"

"...He threw everything when the advisor came earlier and got angry," one of the servants responded hesitantly, glancing at the shattered medicine bottles strewn across the floor.

Sighing, Ebner dismissed the servants. The few remaining in the room, who had been sticking to the walls out of fear of the prince’s outbursts, quickly fled at the princess's signal.

Normally, Clifton would calm down when his spouse arrived and wait for news from outside. But this time was different. Receiving the final notice of his defeat had turned him into a rabid beast. Clifton, foaming with rage, turned his fury on Ebner.

"Why aren’t you answering me? Do you think my words are meaningless too?"

"Calm yourself, Your Highness."

"Calm?! This is all your fault!"

Ebner shook his head at Clifton’s accusations and retrieved another bottle of medicine from his pocket, placing it on a silver tray.

"What have you been doing outside? I clearly ordered you to stay close to His Majesty!"

"His Majesty dismissed everyone, saying he was tired."

"You should’ve stayed no matter what! I’ve spent a year weakening my father with drugs, and you still haven’t done enough with your powers?!"

Even though all the servants had been sent away, he had crossed a line.

The palace was full of eyes and ears, and yet Clifton, no longer in his right mind, was openly shouting that he had been secretly drugging the emperor for a year. Perhaps if he had taken the sedatives, he might have held back. Ebner clicked his tongue quietly, looking at the broken bottles.

At this point, it didn’t matter to Ebner anymore. Or rather, it did matter—after all, the entire scheme had only been possible because he had seduced the emperor’s closest aides with his powers. But now it was as if it no longer mattered whether their actions were exposed or not.

"After all this effort, there should’ve been results by now!"

Clifton continued to blame Ebner, insisting that the only reason for his failure was Ebner's inability to use his powers on the emperor effectively.

"There were results. Why do you think His Majesty hasn’t dismissed you yet?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you bragging about such a trivial thing in front of me?"

Clifton, balancing on his crutches, moved toward Ebner as if he wanted to strangle him. But seeing his beautiful spouse not behaving as submissively as usual, Clifton changed his mind. Ebner Leopold—his spouse, his possession, and his most useful tool in the end. It was time for a carrot, not a stick.

"My dear Ebner, come here."

Suddenly adopting the tone of a sickly man, Clifton collapsed onto the bed, throwing aside his crutches and calling for his Omega husband. Ebner sighed again and approached Clifton with the tray, the bottle of medicine still on it.

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"Are you in pain?"

"It hurts... it feels like I’m dying. Damn Denox...! Marquis of Valkores! I won’t feel better until that bastard is dead!"

Clifton trembled with rage, his eyes burning with madness at the mention of Reynard.

"But that’s not important right now! Go to His Majesty. Use your powers to ensure that the succession isn’t revoked!"

At his command to once again manipulate the emperor, Ebner gently shook his head.

"It’s already over. And His Majesty has retreated to his chambers, complaining of another headache."

Much had already been set in motion that the advisor hadn’t dared tell Clifton.

The emperor, terrified by the uprising, had withdrawn from all affairs, afraid that his peaceful reign was collapsing. The protests had grown more violent, and the emperor, desperate to preserve his fragile reputation, could no longer be swayed by Ebner's abilities. After all, Ebner's powers had never worked well on those with strong traits like the emperor.

"If we just fix this, we’ll have another chance. We need to eliminate those who oppose us, starting with that bastard Reynard, and then we’ll get rid of my sister."

Mumbling about how the parliament was already looking to other heirs, Clifton was clearly lost in his own world.

With crazed eyes, Clifton grabbed Ebner’s wrist like a demon clawing its way out of hell, pulling him closer with a mix of desperation and greed.

"Go to my father’s bedchamber as soon as you leave here. Strip off your clothes if you have to, cling to his legs and beg him!"

Clifton’s vile nature overflowed as he gave the disgusting order for his spouse to seduce his own father. Without even noticing Ebner’s furrowed brow, Clifton continued.

"You want me to succeed, don’t you? You’ve always wanted me to sit at the highest seat, looking down on everyone."

Ebner gently released Clifton’s grip on his wrist and, with a resigned tone, spoke coldly.

"You’ve mistaken your desires for mine."

"What?"

"I’ve always wanted to stay by your side, from the beginning to the end. I never cared about sitting at the top, looking down on others."

"……."

"It wouldn’t have mattered if you were just the second son of a regular noble family. Or even a farmer. I’ve always done as you asked because I loved you."

"……."

"But look at us now, Clifton. See where we are."

"Don’t you dare say this is the end...!"

Listening quietly until now, Clifton roared in anger at the implication of his downfall.

"I was only caught in Valkores’ trap! We still have a chance to rise again! Don’t you dare speak of the end, even if it’s you! I won’t forgive those words! Ugh... damn leg...!"

In his rage, Clifton had inadvertently strained his injured leg, clutching his thigh as he trembled in pain. The painkillers he should have taken were scattered across the room, victims of his temper. Ebner glanced at the remnants before returning his gaze to his husband.

"I brought fresh medicine."

With calm precision, he unsealed the bottle. Before pouring the contents into Clifton’s mouth, he asked,

"Any last words?"