Chapter 11 Pregnant

Logan Carter had served in the military in his younger years, which had helped shape his iron-hard personality. After his father's passing, he had returned to the estate to take over the business and expand it. He had even set up a room in the manor dedicated to discipline. It was sparsely furnished but equipped with rods and weapons meant to punish family members who misbehaved. Kieran had been disciplined there countless times growing up, and now, he was back, waiting to be questioned. On the raised platform across from him sat Logan, who was gripping a long iron-tipped rod. Even though Logan was in his late 80s and had grey hair, he was still an imposing figure. He wore a finely tailored black tunic with gold embroidery, and he sat tall and straight. His square-shaped face and stern eyes commanded attention. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and booming. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" Kieran kneeled in the center of the room and remained silent. Emery stood to