My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 818

Keira and Jenkins exchanged a glance, then shifted their attention back to the scene unfolding in front of them.

Jenkins leaned in and murmured, “If Monbatten really adopts the prince's son, the power struggle in Country A will split into two factions. It doesn't directly affect us—if anything, the more chaos there is, the better chance we have to reclaim our position. But, considering he just promised to support my return, wishing ill on him feels a bit… ungrateful.”

Keira nodded in agreement.

Little Amy, however, piped up indignantly, “Daddy already has me as his daughter! Why would he need someone else's kid?”

Erin couldn't help but laugh. “Amy, you've got quite the imagination. Do you really think you're a little princess?”

“I am a princess!” Amy declared, hands on her hips, glaring defiantly at Erin.

Before anyone could respond, Amy glanced at Monbatten with a worried expression, then made a sudden dash toward him. Jenkins, quick on his feet, caught her by the back of her collar, scooping her up into his arms. “Whoa there, kiddo! That's not just a casual argument over there. Those kinds of disputes can get serious—life-or-death serious. Stay out of it.”

Amy kicked her little legs in frustration. “But I am his kid! Why doesn't anyone believe me? Ugh!”

Keira gave Amy a sidelong glance, her expression thoughtful.

Meanwhile, the tension in the room escalated. Monbatten and his brother stared each other down, their mutual hostility almost tangible.

The prince broke the silence. “Why aren't you saying anything?”

Monbatten lowered his gaze and said calmly, “Why don't you check your phone, brother?”

The prince frowned. “What does my phone have to do with anything? Stop changing the subject—”

Before he could finish, his phone buzzed loudly. He glanced at the screen and hesitated before answering the call. Whatever was said on the other end made his face darken considerably. He turned to Monbatten, his voice sharp. “This was you, wasn't it?”

Monbatten's tone remained measured. “If your oil fields were above board, there'd be nothing for me to act on.”

“You—”

Monbatten cut him off. “I'd suggest handling this matter before it becomes public. Otherwise…” His gaze flicked briefly to the ten-year-old boy standing nearby. “The backlash would make it impossible for me to adopt your son—even if I wanted to. Public opinion is crucial, after all.”

Turning the prince's earlier argument against him, Monbatten left his brother visibly seething.