82 Chapter 90 Do I have to, until I die, carry those burdens with me?

((( Rhio POV's )))

I walked past them but kept my words coming out, "I guess I wouldn't be able to fulfill that responsibility to the clan anymore. But the adoption can."

The doctor followed at my side and kept his voice low for only the two of us to hear. "Think about it Rhio. I'm not considering your option to adopt."

"It's still up to me," I shrugged, "I'll have the adoption papers done and draft my succession plan. What's bad about that?"

"Everything about it," he exhaustedly dropped the topic and handed me an envelope when we reached my office. "An invitation from the Brundons."

The image of Derick's face that I've delightfully punched came into mind.

The Brundons inviting me to come over their place?

Heck. I don't ever want to go to that pathetic hellhole.

I ignored the little card that he placed at my table and looked instead at the folder of documents piled in the corner. It was brought in by Elthon the previous day.