Too Late My Mate！

On our wedding day, my fiancé Alexander ran off to attend my adopted sister Rosalind's graduation ceremony.

Then he took Rosalind on a trip around the world.

What I didn't expect was that three months later, he sent someone back with a baby, and commanded me over the phone:

"The kid is getting in the way of my trip with Rosalind. You're not doing anything at home anyway, so take good care of him for us. When I get back to Frostmoon Pack, I'll marry you."

I stared silently at the baby that had already died, and before I could say anything, he hung up.