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Second, Adrian may have discovered the truth but chose to spare Isaac the pain of knowing.
With the investigation now clear, a new dilemma arose should they tell Isaac? And did Evelyn know the full truth of the matter?
Sophie and the rest discussed it briefly and agreed that Evelyn likely had no idea if she had known, she would not have gone to visit Isaac The temple was not far from the capital but it wasn’t a short journey either. A woman of her standing would not trek through the mountains and valleys just to check if a child was dead.
Of course, it was also possible that Vincent had been worried about the situation and had sent her to check.
As they debated whether or not to reveal everything to Isaac, Violet suddenly burst in, her face a picture of urgency. “Shh, don’t say another word! He’s standing right outside listening.” Sophie froze for a moment, then sprang to her feet and ran outside. Sure enough, Isaac was standing casually at the door to the council hall, his demeanor nonchalant as ever.
With a wide grin, he said, “Thank you for figuring all of this out, Sophie. But honestly, aside from the name, I don’t care about anything else.”
With that, he turned around. He waved a hand dismissively as he walked off, exuding a carefree, almost reckless charm.
“Don’t waste your time looking further into this just go back to whatever you were doing.”
Kyle chased after Isaac, calling out as he caught up.
Isaac waved him off, continuing to walk ahead. “Don’t say anything. It’s not worth mentioning.”
“Isaac, this is just our guess. It might not be true,” Kyle said, knowing his younger guild member well. Isaac never spoke of his discomfort but would always seek solitude when troubled.
“It’s fine, really. I’ll just go have a drink,” Isaac replied with a grin. “It’s rare that the autumn wind is blowing, and the weather’s perfect. A drink is what’s needed-preferably with some beautiful company.”
Violet stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. “Come on, let’s go drink then.”
It was only now that Violet realized Isaac wasn’t the child of a concubine. Evelyn was his mom, and he had the same parents as Oliver and Viola.
“The place I’m going isn’t appropriate for you,” Isaac said, not wanting Violet to follow.
Violet ignored him and kept a tight grip on his arm. “I’ll settle the bill for you.”
“I have money. You don’t need to follow me,” Isaac snapped, suddenly sharp and biting. “Do you think I’m that poor? You want to take care of my drinking and amusements? I’d rather you stop dwelling on that life-saving favor you think you owe me. Honestly, I’m so tired of women like you-you don’t even know how annoying you are.”
Violet wasn’t upset in the least. Instead, she smiled cheerfully. “So, women are annoying? What about men?”
Isaac shot her a sour look. “They’re all just as annoying.”
“Then I’ll take you riding. No men, no women. Just us and the open air,” Violet said, pulling him toward the stables. “The wind is so fresh-when you ride into it, it feels like everything just blows away.” “No!”
“Yes!” Violet insisted, her tone turning sharp. “If you’re not going to ride, then you’re coming to drink. Either way, you have to come with me I’m not in a good mood.”
They continued walking, their voices fading as Violet tugged Isaac along, getting her way in the end.
Sophie’s shoulders slumped, and a heaviness settled in her chest.
How did it come to this? Adrian must have known the truth long ago, but chose the lies because they were easier to bear. Why did they have to make such a fuss? What was even there to investigate?
No one said a word. Whether the investigation was good or bad, no one had the right to judge.
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Violet and Isaac were drinking at the Glimmering Tower, a few wine bottles already emptied. The shopkeeper had come to check on them. Seeing Isaac start to slur his words, the shopkeeper refused to serve him any more alcohol.
money, huh?
“Do you think i’m out of Why won’t you bring me more wine?” Isaac said, fuming, his face flushed Stumbling to his feet, he pulled out a thick stack of property deeds from his chest. “I’ve got money! Plenty of money!”
Violet was also tipsy, and she giggled as she bent down to pick up the scattered deeds. “What are you buying all these properties for? Planning to settle down in the capital? Aren’t you going back to Meadow Ridge?” Isaac raised a hand to tilt her chin, his eyes bloodshot, reeking of alcohol. “Meadow Ridge is my home. There’s no one for me here in the capital except my little martial sister. I don’t have any other relatives.”
He collapsed backward, hitting the floor with a dull thud, the world spinning around him. Mumbling to himself, he said, “I’m such a fool. Spent all that money on these useless properties.”
“It’s my fault. How could I be so blind? Everything was so obviously wrong. Their son was gravely ill, and instead of getting proper medical help, the let some stranger taket him hundreds of miles into the mountains. It’s all my fault. Sage Adrian knew the truth all along. It’s no wonder he wouldn’t let me come back to find them. He knew everything. He just made up a story that wasn’t quite as cruel.”
Isaac slammed his fist against the floor in frustration.
Violet held her forehead, her eyes filled with pity as she watched Isaac, usually so carefree and unburdened, now caught in his tangled thoughts. She couldn’t bear to watch him suffer like this. Without a second thought, she grabbed his arm.
“Come on, we’re going to Silverstone
Estate. Your dad’s a scoundrel, but your mom.m betting she was kept in the dark Now that we know everything, let’s clear things up. If she knew, then you can tear into her. If she didn’t, she must still be troubled by what happened to you. You’ve always been carefree, Isaac, so stop hesitating. Go ask her yourself.”
Isaac tried to push himself up, but his limbs were uncooperative. He turned away, weak and unsteady, before finally managing to crawl to his feet.
“You’re right,” he muttered. “Let’s go I can’t curse the dead, but what’s stopping me from cursing the living?
Before long, the two drunken figures arrived at Silverstone Estate. Knowing Violet’s status, the gate was opened for them even at this late hour. Since Zoey was still recovering, a servant went to inform Caspian and Luna.
Both Caspian and Luna were surprised. What could Violet want at this hour?
“She brought a man with her? Who is this man?” Caspian asked, confused.
The gatekeeper hesitated before answering, “I’ve never seen him before, Mr. Caspian. His attitude isn’t the best-he came in looking around and even kicked over two chairs. He was muttering about being treated unfairly and how someone had gone too far.” Caspian frowned. “Is he here to cause trouble? Could it be someone Viola offended?”
Caspian had grown wary. Whenever trouble came knocking, his first thought was always that Viola had something to do with it.
“I don’t think so,” the gatekeeper said. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously added, “He was cursing Madam Evelyn and…and the late master.”
Caspian, being a dutiful son, was furious at the thought of anyone cursing his deceased dad and sickly mother. Without a second thought, he stood up and snapped, “Let’s go. I’ll see who dares to make a scene in our home.”
Caspian believed that the deceased should be respected above all else. Only a person of poor character would speak ill of the dead. Furious, he stormed off with Luna.
–
When Isaac had kicked over the chairs, someone had already gone to report to Zoey.
Everyone knew that when things got out of hand, it was the lady of the household who could keep things under control. While Caspian was an official, he was gentle by nature and wouldn’t be able to control a drunken man in such a rage.
When Zoey heard that it was Violet who had brought the troublemaker and that the man had been insulting her deceased father-in-law and her ill mother-in-law, she immediately rose. She quickly threw on a robe and tidied her appearance, then made her way out with Jane’s help.
Her health had improved, though she still felt a bit weak. The autumn wind was sharp, but as she walked briskly, the cool air seemed to refresh her, making her feel more energized.
When she reached the main hall, she found her usually calm brother-in-law’s face darkened with fury, pointing at the cursing man.