Queen Elizabeth wore an expression of annoyance. Margaret had been pampered for too long, and there were reasons for this, both from George VI and from herself. Even her sister, Princess Elizabeth, had spoiled her.
This indulgence had led Margaret to develop a reckless and carefree character. She had always been playful and mischievous, but never had she anticipated that sothing like this would happen. If this issue were to be exposed and handled poorly, it would beco a major scandal for the royal family, shaming the entire monarchy.
"Elizabeth, you must handle this matter well," Queen Elizabeth said.
The next day.
Princess Elizabeth arrived at Margaret’s chambers.
It was already past 10 a.m., and Margaret was still curled up in bed, not yet awake. Elizabeth sat by her sister’s bed.
"Sister~~"
Margaret opened her eyes, saw it was her sister, and mumbled a greeting.
Elizabeth gazed at her sister. In her heart, Margaret would always be the little one following her around, but now she was a mother herself.
Yesterday, Elizabeth had already had the royal physician check Margaret secretly, confirming that she was indeed pregnant.
Princess Elizabeth gently stroked Margaret’s cheek and spoke softly, "Do you know what has happened?"
"What... what happened?" Margaret asked, confused.
"You might be pregnant," Princess Elizabeth said directly.
Margaret was shocked and imdiately sat up, her eyes wide as she looked at her sister. "Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?"
"Lethargy, excessive sleepiness, no energy, nausea from certain slls, and you haven’t had your period for two months. Yesterday, I had the physician check, and you are indeed pregnant," Princess Elizabeth explained.
Margaret suddenly understood. So that was why the doctor had co to see her yesterday — to check if she was pregnant.
Margaret’s face turned pale with fear.
"But... now, what should I do?"
Margaret anxiously looked at her sister. After all, she was still a young girl, only 22 years old, and had always relied on her sister. Now that sothing had happened, she wanted her sister to solve it.
"You didn’t know how to handle this, so you went and did sothing like this?" Princess Elizabeth asked, sowhat frustrated.
"I... I...!" Margaret stamred.
"Tell who the man is," Princess Elizabeth asked.
Margaret bit her lip, unwilling to reveal who the man was. She wanted to keep his identity a secret.
Princess Elizabeth was even more frustrated.
"Actually, I can already guess who it is. But don’t you think he’s a bit too much of a flirt? The whole of Arica knows about his affairs. Now, the most famous won in Hollywood are all his girlfriends."
Upon hearing her sister’s words, Margaret hung her head in defeat. It was clear that Princess Elizabeth had already guessed it was Hardy.
"I... I... But I really like him," Margaret said.
"What do you like about him?"
Margaret was silent for a mont, then looked up at her sister and said, "I like him because he brings a different kind of life to . When I’m around him, I always feel happy and free."
Young, handso, and wealthy — these were standard traits for a princess, but what truly moved Margaret was Hardy’s soul.
From the mont they clashed in the palace, she had slowly fallen into Hardy’s trap, and everything she did was done willingly. To be with her lover, even for a short ti, she would go to great lengths, even using the excuse of a visit to et him.
Princess Elizabeth sighed softly.
"But now you’re pregnant, and this can no longer be hidden. What do you plan to do?" Princess Elizabeth asked.
Margaret fell silent again.
She didn’t know what to do.
Princess Elizabeth shook her head helplessly. She really had a foolish little sister.
"Rest for now. I’ll contact Hardy and ask him what he plans to do. After all, he’s one of the parties involved in this matter," Princess Elizabeth said, standing up.
Margaret grabbed her sister’s hand.
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"Sister, what do you think he should do?" Margaret began to worry about Hardy again.
Princess Elizabeth paused for two seconds before slowly replying, "I don’t know what he should do either."
Leaving her sister’s chambers, Princess Elizabeth walked through the long corridor of the palace, thinking about what to do next. Her impression of Lord Jon Hardy was not particularly good.
If we only consider his status, Hardy was indeed a match for Margaret.
However, in Princess Elizabeth’s mind, Hardy was the typical Arican — shrewd, a bit of a playboy, and absolutely not a good match for her sister.
In her heart, Margaret should be like herself, marrying a British nobleman, having children, and living a peaceful, happy life.
As for Hardy, he had too many won around him. It would be hard to make him give them up. What worried her even more was that the British royal family had little influence over him. Even if he agreed to marry Margaret, it would be difficult to stop him from having more affairs outside.
This was what Princess Elizabeth was most concerned about.
But now that her sister was pregnant, it was necessary to let Hardy know. She imdiately sent a telegram to Hardy. At that mont, Hardy was in the United States, focusing on his business. When he received the telegram from the British royal family, asking him to co to the UK for an important matter, he was puzzled.
According to protocol, the British royal family would never send him such a telegram. It wasn’t the dieval period anymore, and the royal family no longer had the power to summon lords from all over to the world.
His title of "Viscount" was simply an exchange of interests.
The British royal family no longer had much real power. If there was any national matter, it should be the British governnt notifying him.
And "important matters"? What could that an?
After so thought, Hardy decided to go to the UK. This telegram didn’t seem fake, and perhaps there was sothing important.
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