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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 22 - Goodbye Johnboy

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Even in the long-uninhabited house, it's not cold, but I still tighten my collar. Ismay... she must have left with the children, something she always wanted. Everyone has their own aspirations, which is understandable. I just wonder if the Lee family will accept her as before—with her husband and ex-wife's children in tow.

"What about Maria? Is she okay, injured?" After John's release, he bought a small villa in the countryside, with a yard, where he lived with his little family. He survived the gunfire on the hellish battlefield, only to die in a shameful ambush.

"Do you want to take her in?" Tommy, still holding the phone, just turned his head to ask me.

"If she's willing, do you mind?" Despite Tommy's attempts to stop me, I still went to John's house. ...Maybe now it can only be called a house.

It's winter now, the yard desolate, remnants of snow covering dry grass, dark red traces winding on the stone path. Without a fireplace, the living room on the first floor is as cold as an ice cellar.

Ismay is not at home, only the children wrapped in thick blankets huddle in the attic. When they see me, they all rush over. I make some hot milk, tuck them into bed, just like seven years ago.

Seven years ago... it was also winter when the Shelby brothers returned from the battlefield. Birmingham train station seems to float before my eyes, John's hearty laughter piercing through the lingering smoke...

I lower my head, wiping my eyes. "Dad is gone."

Maria sits next to me, looking out the window like me. I turn to look at her, but can't find any words to comfort her—because this is the truth. She's 13 now, buried her mother with me, and I can't use the words like "he just went to a place we can't go" to fool her.

"I'm an orphan," she says, her voice choking, trembling as she wipes her eyes.

I embrace her.

I know, just as I thought, even if Maria has no malice towards Ismay, and they get along well, Maria will not admit another woman as her mother. Just like me back then, Maria won't face the ruthless relatives dividing the property, even if Ismay leaves the Shelbys, I'll find a lawyer to settle John's assets and hand them over to her personally. A widow with her children returning to the wilderness needs financial support. Society, even the Gypsy society, is too malicious towards orphans and widows. I think John would agree with what I'm doing.

Once she calms down, I bring up my intention to her, "Dear, would you like to come and live with us?"

"What about Harry and them?"

"Just you."

It's not that Tommy and I can't afford to raise Maria's half-siblings, relying on my own assets would be enough to support them, along with my sons, without worry. But now we're at a disadvantage, it's not easy to take care of more children, and I don't want those Italians to use Martha and John's children as bargaining chips. Even if Ismay wants to leave the Shelbys, I'll calculate John's assets with a lawyer and hand them over to her personally. A widowed woman with her children returning to the wilderness needs financial support. Society, even the Gypsy society, is too malicious towards orphans and widows. I think John would agree with what I'm doing.

"I'll take care of them."

"Even in this situation, you still think about those children?"

"What can I do, Maria?"

After finishing the conversation, I still went to John's house...

Maybe now it can only be called a house.

Now it's winter, the yard is desolate, the remaining snow covers the dry grass, and dark red traces wind on the stone path. Without a fireplace, the living room on the first floor is as cold as an ice cellar.

Ismay is not at home, only the children wrapped in thick blankets huddle in the attic. When they see me, they all rush over. I make some hot milk, tuck them into bed, just like seven years ago.

I lower my head, wiping my eyes. "Dad is gone."

"I'm an orphan," she says, her voice choking, trembling as she wipes her eyes.

I embrace her.

Once she calms down, I bring up my intention to her, "Dear, would you like to come and live with us?"

"What about Harry and them?"

"Just you."

"I'll take care of them."

"Even in this situation, you still think about those children?"

"What can I do, Maria?"

After finishing the conversation, I still went to John's house...

Maybe now it can only be called a house.

Now it's winter, the yard is desolate, the remaining snow covers the dry grass, and dark red traces wind on the stone path. Without

a fireplace, the living room on the first floor is as cold as an ice cellar.

Ismay is not at home, only the children wrapped in thick blankets huddle in the attic. When they see me, they all rush over. I make some hot milk, tuck them into bed, just like seven years ago.

I lower my head, wiping my eyes. "Dad is gone."

"I'm an orphan," she says, her voice choking, trembling as she wipes her eyes.

I embrace her.

Once she calms down, I bring up my intention to her, "Dear, would you like to come and live with us?"

"What about Harry and them?"

"Just you."

"I'll take care of them."

"Even in this situation, you still think about those children?"

"What can I do, Maria?"

After finishing the conversation, I still went to John's house...

Maybe now it can only be called a house.

Ismay is not at home, only the children wrapped in thick blankets huddle in the attic. When they see me, they all rush over. I make some hot milk, tuck them into bed, just like seven years ago.

I lower my head, wiping my eyes. "Dad is gone."

"I'm an orphan," she says, her voice choking, trembling as she wipes her eyes.

I embrace her.

Once she calms down, I bring up my intention to her, "Dear, would you like to come and live with us?"

"What about Harry and them?"

"Just you."

"I'll take care of them."

"Even in this situation, you still think about those children?"

"What can I do, Maria?"

After finishing the conversation, I still went to John's house...

Maybe now it can only be called a house.

Ismay is not at home, only the children wrapped in thick blankets huddle in the attic. When they see me, they all rush over. I make some hot milk, tuck them into bed, just like seven years ago.

I lower my head, wiping my eyes. "Dad is gone."

"I'm an orphan," she says, her voice choking, trembling as she wipes her eyes.

I embrace her.

A few months passed, and life in Small Heath began to settle into a new rhythm. The Shelby family faced the challenges that came their way with the resilience that defined them. The absence of John was felt deeply, but they carried his memory forward.

Maria, now a part of the Shelby household, brought a different energy into the home. Despite the hardships, she managed to bring laughter and warmth back into the lives of the Shelby children. Ada, always the pragmatic one, helped guide the family through the intricacies of their evolving circumstances.

As winter gave way to spring, Thomas Shelby found solace in the routines of daily life. The business thrived, and alliances were forged that solidified the Shelby name in Birmingham. He and Grace grew closer, finding comfort in each other's presence amidst the storm that had passed.

One day, as Thomas walked through the garden behind the Shelby residence, he found Grace sitting on a bench, lost in thought. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the sun cast a gentle warmth upon them.

"Tommy," Grace said, breaking the silence, "I never expected this life, but I wouldn't trade it for anything."

He sat down beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "We've been through hell and back, Grace. But here we are."

She turned to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "For Johnboy," she whispered.

Thomas nodded, the weight of their shared losses hanging in the air. "For Johnboy," he echoed, intertwining his fingers with hers.

The Shelby family, though scarred by the battles of the past, found strength in each other. The Shelby Company continued to prosper, and Small Heath, once a battleground, now stood as a testament to their resilience.

In the evenings, Thomas and Grace would take walks through the quiet streets, hand in hand. The echoes of the past began to fade, replaced by the promise of a future they had fought hard to secure.

As they stood on the balcony of their home, overlooking the city that had witnessed their triumphs and tragedies, Thomas Shelby realized that, despite the losses, life had a way of moving forward.

And so, in the fading light of the Birmingham sunset, the Shelby family found a new beginning—a testament to their strength, love, and the enduring spirit that defined them.

Years later, the Shelby family found themselves reflecting on the tumultuous journey that led them to where they stood. Small Heath had transformed, and the Shelby name resonated not just in Birmingham but far beyond. The once gritty streets now bore the marks of progress, but the memories of their rise lingered like shadows.

Thomas Shelby, now seasoned by time and experience, sat in his study surrounded by the relics of a bygone era. The clinking of whiskey glasses echoed as he and Diana raised a toast to the legacy they had built. The photographs on the walls captured moments of triumph, loss, and the indomitable Shelby spirit.

As he looked at the framed picture of John, a bittersweet smile crossed Thomas's face. The pain had dulled with the passage of years, but the bond with his late brother remained etched in his heart.

Ada, a pillar of strength for the family, had forged her own path. Her intelligence and resilience had taken her beyond Birmingham's confines, and she had become a symbol of women breaking barriers.

Tommy's children had grown into formidable individuals, inheriting the Shelby grit. Charlie, with a keen mind for business, played a crucial role in expanding the Shelby Company. His sister, Mary, had become a force to be reckoned with, embodying the Shelby strength in every decision she made.

Arthur, though scarred by his past, had found redemption through love. His family had helped him conquer the demons that once haunted him, and he had become a symbol of transformation.

Diana, sitting beside Thomas, reflected on the sacrifices made and the victories earned. The love between them had weathered storms, and their partnership had become the backbone of the Shelby legacy.

The Shelby Company had diversified its interests, and its influence stretched across various industries. The family had navigated the treacherous waters of politics, business, and crime, emerging not unscathed but victorious.

In the dim light of the study, Thomas raised a photo of the entire Shelby family—past and present. His gaze lingered on the faces of those who were no longer there, a silent acknowledgment of the cost of their chosen path.

As the clock ticked, the Shelby family continued to stand against the currents of time. The streets of Small Heath whispered tales of their triumphs and struggles, a testament to the indelible mark the Peaky Blinders had left on history.

And so, with the weight of their legacy behind them, the Shelby family faced the future, their story forever etched in the annals of Birmingham's history.

Fin

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 21 - Christmas

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"Are you spending Christmas alone this year?" "Ada, you know, to solve the problem, you must ring the bell." I sighed. "They are still resentful of Tommy. Except for Michael, who is still working, they don't even want to see me." "But our little Ollie hasn't met his cousin yet, has he?" Ada gently rubbed Orlando's head. The little guy was looking up at us, bubbles coming out of his mouth. I bent down and wiped his mouth. Last Christmas Eve, I gave birth to our second child with Tommy, a boy, and named him Orlando. Tommy was a bit disappointed; he thought it would be a girl. But Charles and Carl were happy; they finally had a new playmate. "Danny… we are a family…" "I know." I kept my head down, not looking at Ada. I looked at our son and eventually swallowed the complaints that were on the tip of my tongue, just pulling out a smile. "We are family, dear." I stood by the window, watching Ada leave in the car. I knew there would be a family gathering at John's big house during Christmas, and I think my husband knows that too.

"Family" is a somewhat unfamiliar term to me. It sounds more stable than a spouse but colder than close relatives. In 1914, I fled London and was taken in by Polly, but until I returned to Birmingham in 1920, I always felt like a lone soul, never truly integrated into the Shelby family, even after Tommy and I fell in love—we were more like an ordinary couple with our own families.

"Family" now has their own little families. Before that, the Shelby family was a united force, unstoppable. But Ada has Carl, John and Esme developed feelings through marriage, Polly found Michael again, Arthur met Linda, and everything started to develop in unpredictable directions. I'm not asking them to dedicate their lives to the family without personal feelings. But they have their own calculations, considering their family interests, putting the Shelby family's interests behind.

Yet they demand Tommy to be unwavering.

I still remember the unreasonable demands of the Shelbys when I was injured from the gunshot—Tommy "should" come back. Things they couldn't do, they demanded from my little prince, forcing him to put his beloved wife and child in second place, a position that would continue to torment him with guilt and worry. I dare not imagine what kind of life Tommy would lead if I had slept forever after being shot.

"Family" may be a curse buried in the blood of the Shelby family, a debt that Tommy cannot escape in his lifetime.

After June last year, sometimes I wonder, if the Shelby family only had Tommy, he might have broken through the class barrier long ago, stood in Parliament like other MPs, looking righteous and glorious.

I lower my head.

Ada is now the bridge of communication between Tommy and the rest of the Shelby family, and I can't let him lose this sister because of my grievances.

I didn't say these things just now, and I won't say them to Tommy.

Never.

Tommy has been busy lately, coming home much later than before, and when he comes home, he locks himself in the study. If I didn't have confidence in Tommy and didn't "patrol" the house every day, I would suspect that Tommy had a third party hidden in the study.

I intercepted the maid who brought him wine. "Give it to me." "Please come in."

After getting Tommy's permission, I opened the door and placed the tray of wine on his desk. By the time he saw a hand different from usual, I had already walked behind him. I bent down, my gaze passing over him to look at the documents in his hand.

"Danny."

I heard him calling me, with a pampering and helpless tone. I casually responded.

He hugged my waist, stood up, and kissed my lips. "Caught you, a little cat running around." "Your mouth is dry." After a gentle kiss, I raised my hand to touch his lips. But he opened his mouth and took my fingertip into his mouth. "Pervert!" I glanced at him, pulled out my hand, and gave him the wine.

Tommy took the glass, raised his head, and drank it all at once. Then he continued to hug my waist.

"You've been busy lately. Is there a problem with the company?" "Almost suspected you were keeping a lover in the study." I smiled and avoided his kiss. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the company?" "But I think you already have a plan?" My curiosity was aroused by the smile on his face.

"Come on, Tommy." I held Tommy's hand and coquettishly said.

He took advantage of it to hug me and stood up, leaning over to kiss me, with small, warm kisses falling on my skin, tickling.

Too ticklish, I couldn't help laughing, gently patting his shoulder, trying to make him stop this childish thing that only Charlie would do.

"It's time, Tommy. I haven't fed Ollie yet!" "You should feed me first, dear."

After the rain stopped, we sat face to face in the bathtub.

"Do you know Jessie Eden?" Tommy leaned against the other end of the bathtub as if sitting on a throne.

"I've heard of her." I thought for a moment, recalling the cute round face woman with an apple. "She's famous, a union leader. Last year, if I remember correctly, on Good Friday, she led other workers to the streets for more women's toilets."

"She's always causing trouble. She thinks the wages of the factory girls are too low."

I looked at my husband sitting on the opposite side with a calm smile, but his smile disappeared.

The Shelby Foundation has always been my responsibility. I know it's a way for Tommy to whitewash, to improve our image in the eyes of the public. Before Ollie was born, I visited the factories under my husband's name. But what I saw shocked me—some pregnant women had to sit in front of the machines.

I was pregnant with Ollie at that time, and I knew how difficult pregnancy could be. Even if Tommy wanted someone to take care of me 24 hours a day, he couldn't make up for the physical pain and discomfort.

My background and assets mean that I never need to work like those women. I just need to take care of Charlie at home, occasionally show my face in Birmingham like a mascot, and enjoy the careful care of the maids and the love from my husband and son. Those women, even when pregnant, had to run for the family's livelihood, and when they returned home, there might be countless chores waiting for them.

Whether it's for the future of the Shelby family or out of sympathy for those women, there are some things I must say.

"Tommy, no matter what, you can't lower their wages. Maintaining the status quo is the best."

"You know my job, dear. If we can win over the union, it will be a great help to us. We need to unite all the forces we can unite, Tommy."

"But I think you already have a plan."

My curiosity was aroused by the smile on his face.

"Come on, Tommy." I held Tommy's hand and coquettishly said.

He took advantage of it to hug me and stood up

, leaning over to kiss me, with small, warm kisses falling on my skin, tickling.

Too ticklish, I couldn't help laughing, gently patting his shoulder, trying to make him stop this childish thing that only Charlie would do.

"It's time, Tommy. I haven't fed Ollie yet!" "You should feed me first, dear."

After the rain stopped, we sat face to face in the bathtub.

"Do you know Jessie Eden?" Tommy leaned against the other end of the bathtub as if sitting on a throne.

"She's always causing trouble. She thinks the wages of the factory girls are too low."

I looked at my husband sitting on the opposite side with a calm smile, but his smile disappeared.

Whether it's for the future of the Shelby family or out of sympathy for those women, there are some things I must say.

"Tommy, no matter what, you can't lower their wages. Maintaining the status quo is the best."

"You know my job, dear. If we can win over the union, it will be a great help to us. We need to unite all the forces we can unite, and the union is the most critical one." I knew it wouldn't be so simple. I took a deep breath and looked at Tommy. "I understand your thoughts, but you also need to consider the interests of the Shelby family. If you hurt those women, not only will you lose support, but it may also cause conflicts within the family." "Jessie Eden is a thorn in my side, but I can't just eliminate her. The union has too much influence in Birmingham. We need a plan to control the situation and achieve our goals without causing too much trouble."

I nodded. "I will think about it, and I will help you find a way to deal with this matter properly."

Tommy's eyes softened as he looked at me. "Thank you, my love. I know I can always rely on you."

We finished our bath and got dressed, heading downstairs to join the family for dinner. As we walked hand in hand, I couldn't help but think about the challenges ahead. The world was changing, and the Shelby family needed to adapt. I would do my best to support Tommy, but I also had to ensure the well-being of our family.

As we entered the dining room, the atmosphere shifted. Ada and Michael were sitting at the table, discussing something in hushed tones. John and Esme seemed tense, exchanging glances. Arthur was unusually quiet, his eyes darting between Tommy and me.

I could sense the tension in the air, and I knew that the Shelby family was on the verge of a new chapter, one that would test our bonds and loyalties. The storm was brewing, and I had to navigate through it, not just as Tommy's wife, but as a Shelby with her own convictions.

The dinner table was filled with both the aroma of food and the unspoken weight of the challenges that lay ahead.

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 20 - Gangster

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Tommy simply cleaned up and drove away. He had to complete the final deal. I sat on Charlie's bed, staring out the window absentmindedly. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just really disliked that Russian woman. Maybe it's because I didn't know how to handle her, and I don't like things slipping out of control. Plus, she was too fearless, too crazy, and her gaze towards Tommy seemed too naked, as if my husband could be used as a bargaining chip. I dare say she wouldn't mind making love to Tommy right in front of me. God knows what goes on in the minds of these Russians!

Fortunately, I won't have to see her again after today. The sky gradually brightened, and I listened to the birds outside and the sound of cars passing by, feeling tired. Wrapped in a cashmere shawl, I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. My eyes were just a bit tired…

"Mrs."

I opened my eyes and saw Jenny with apologetic eyes. "Sorry to disturb your rest, but Mr. Mos called, looking for Mr. Shelby."

I felt a bit dizzy when I stood up, thankfully Jenny supported me. "Mrs., would you like to have something to eat first?"

I smiled and shook my head at her, picking up the receiver. "Good morning, Officer Mos. I'm Diana Shelby. My husband is not at home. You can tell me what you need, and I'll relay it to him word for word."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Shelby."

As I hung up the phone, I almost stumbled to the ground. Luckily, Tommy caught me in time and carried me back to the bedroom. "What did Mos say?" Tommy skillfully massaged my legs.

"Birmingham Police issued arrest warrants. Arthur, John, Polly, Michael, none of them can escape." I looked at my husband with a heavy heart. It was Churchill's blatant threat: he knew Tommy's weakness was his blood ties, but not arresting me and Charlie was to avoid Tommy causing chaos. Not arresting Tommy was to keep him obedient and working for him.

Churchill's problems are easy to solve, but I can already imagine the resentment the Shelbys will have towards Tommy after today.

Tommy kissed my lips. "You should rest, Diana. You're carrying a child." He looked at my slightly bulging belly, touched it, and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"And then what? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

In fact, Linda couldn't argue with me. In fact, among the people I know, there are few who can win in a verbal dispute with me. And as a sister-in-law, as the wife of the head of the family, I have absolute confidence in handling Linda and Esme's dissatisfaction and soothing their emotions. But Tommy is too cautious and worried. He's afraid they'll impulsively hurt me and my unborn child, so he locked me in the bedroom.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

Quiet.

The whole house was quiet.

These big houses are like monsters, devouring the worldly atmosphere, silently watching the joys and sorrows inside. When the house is quiet, like now, every piece of tile, every inch of wooden furniture is chilling to the bone. The sun is so big, but it can't illuminate every corner of the house. I can't tell if this kind of emptiness is glory or curse.

After a while, the door rang, and Tommy walked in. There were still handprints on his face. When he came in, he was lighting a cigarette, and when he saw me awake, he quickly hid the cigarette behind him. "How did you sleep?"

"Quite well." I walked up to him, took the lit cigarette from his hand, and put it in his mouth. "I'll allow you to break the rules once."

He smiled and let me press him on the bed gently. "You should rest too, Mrs. Shelby."

Tommy slept beside me, and I lay beside him. Even though he was asleep, he still furrowed his brows slightly. What could he be worrying about in his dreams? I helplessly smiled.

Actually, if he was willing, I could go back to London and deal with things. My father was a conservative, and I used to be a patron of the conservatives. Since Solomon could reconcile with Tommy, businessmen and politicians should be no problem. Tommy seemed to hear my thoughts in his dreams. He raised his head, "You're pregnant."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana,

you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"What's next? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

Mrs. Shelby 21 Gang - Vanessa's Poplar Tree

After a while of rest, Tommy started his early departures and late returns, busy with Churchill's orders.

Ada was the only Shelby who still wanted to associate with us. She would bring Carl to accompany Charlie when I attended Shelby Charity Foundation events.

Tommy originally disagreed with me traveling around with a big belly. He hoped I could stay at home and rest peacefully. "The foundation's matters can wait until after you give birth."

"But you know, Tommy, you can leave me at home, but you can't keep me from worrying about you. I have to find something to do to distract my attention."

Tommy glanced at me, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You know those people won't allow us to enter their halls."

"Oh, whatever." I certainly knew that those aristocrats looked down on the Shelby family. The flattery of those noble ladies was only because of my title. But it didn't matter. My goal was not to please them.

I want the people of Birmingham to feel the grace of the Shelby family and build a good reputation for the Shelby family in Birmingham. With both grace and authority, we will establish our own system on our land. We are no longer street thugs but businessmen wandering in the gray area. I don't care about how those aristocratic ladies perceive us; what matters is how we handle ourselves.

They may want to erase us insignificant little people, but I won't let them have their way.

Actually, both of us didn't know exactly what we were busy with. But Tommy remembered my due date even more clearly than I did.

Since December, he began to nervously watch my bulging belly, forbidding Charlie from playing around me, and often supporting me on walks in the garden.

Tommy's efforts were not in vain. Arthur and the others were released before Christmas, and Tommy also received an OBE medal. Tommy, who just got the medal, looked like a kid who just bought the Mona Lisa, proud even without saying a word. Until he found that I had almost no reaction to it.

"There are still Commander medals below OBE, and above that are Knight Commander medals and Knight Grand Cross medals. Only citizens awarded the top two grades of honors are considered to have received a knighthood, and they can add the title of Sir before their surname." I explained to him like reciting a textbook.

Tommy fell silent after hearing this.

Today is Christmas, and I don't want my little prince to feel unhappy. I quickly put on a smiling face. "But this is a leap from zero to hero, isn't it?"

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I thought… the weight of those things would be heavy enough."

Maybe in their hearts, we who hold those things are not important enough.

But these are not things we need to care about now.

I felt a warm flow between my legs and pain in my lower abdomen. I curled up, hoping to alleviate the pain as much as possible.

"Tommy… the amniotic fluid broke…"

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