#Chapter 82
The Emperor let out a chuckle.
Despite the obvious condescending nuance behind the Emperor’s reaction, Ethan continued to carry out his sentence.
“I, I wasn’t d, disappointed, Your Majesty.
“How come?”
“B, because H, His Gr, Grace was a p, person that A, Aerta chose herself s, sire.”
He was shaking to the point where it was heartbreaking to watch, but he pushed through and managed to give his answer.
“A, all that matters t, to me is her h, happiness. I, if s, she is h, happy, then I couldn’t……”
Ethan took in a deep breath, then finished up his response.
“I c, couldn’t b, be h, happier.”
By the time he was done speaking, the banquet hall was dead silent.
Only the sound of Ethan’s tremulous panting filled the air.
I saw the sneers on the faces of the Emperor and his allies.
There was ridicule in their eyes.
One of the noble ladies even let out a quiet chortle or two.
There were individuals with disabilities among the nobility as well, really.
