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“Enough!” Caspian shouted. “How dare you speak like that about my dad? Do you have any respect at all?”
The moment Caspian said those words, Isaac grabbed the front of his shirt, his fist poised to strike.
Zoey’s voice rang out urgently, “Hold on!”
When Isaac heard Zoey’s voice, his fist clenched for a moment, but then he finally relaxed his hand and shoved Caspian aside.
Caspian stumbled, nearly losing his balance, but Luna quickly caught him.
Throughout the scene, Violet remained silent, watching with bleary eyes from her armchair. When Zoey entered, Violet finally stirred. She rose unsteadily to her feet and gave a tipsy bow. “Madam Zoey, my apologies,” she said, her words slurring slightly.
Zoey knew that Violet wasn’t someone prone to recklessness or lacking in discretion. If she had brought the man here to stir up trouble tonight, there had to be a reason behind it.
Zoey studied Isaac carefully with narrowed eyes-he seemed vaguely familiar. However, his disheveled state, with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, made it harder to place him. His eyes, wild and almost manic, were unsettling.
But then again, maybe she hadn’t seen him before.
“Madam Zoey, this is Isaac Prince-Sophie’s senior guild member and fifth apprentice in Pathfinders Guild,” Violet explained, her tone direct. “He’s here to see Madam Evelyn. Would you kindly take him to meet her?”
Zoey immediately thought of Yves, the man who had bought her shop. Yves was Sophie’s senior guild member and the fourth apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild, and this man was the fifth.
Was there an issue with the property deals? Had Bernard deceived him, overcharging him because he was an outsider and intentionally taking advantage of him?
With that thought in mind, Zoey said, “There’s no need to involve Mother. Tell me what’s going on. I can handle it.”
Isaac collapsed into the chair beside Violet, breathing unevenly. His eyes scanned the main hall, the outer courtyard he recognized them all t had been nearly 20 years since he had been here, but he always had an exceptional memory. He remembered more than just the surroundings. He also remembered Caspian. However, the most vivid memory was of his grandfather-but the old man was gone now.
Isaac had been born here, and now, nearly two decades later, walking back into the place felt like stepping into a past that no longer cared for him. There was no warmth, no laughter-only the cold, watchful eyes of strangers. The weight of that rejection hit him like a crashing wave, pushing all his frustrations and bitterness to the surface.
His head spun, and he felt miserable. The urge to vomit rose, but he fought to lift his gaze to Zoey. His eyes were bloodshot and dark with pain.
“You can handle it, huh?” Isaac spat bitterly. “Then go ask her-why was she so heartless? Why would she abandon her own son without a second thought?”
Caspian pointed an accusing finger at Isaac and shouted angrily, “What nonsense are you spouting? When has my mom ever abandoned her son? My brother and I are both fine!” “You all are fine, but what about me?!” Isaac yelled, his voice cracking with fury.
He had put too much force behind the shout, and his stomach and throat reacted painfully. Clutching his stomach, he crouched down, using all his strength to hold back the swirling alcohol in his gut.
Caspian stood there, stunned for a moment, as if the words hadn’t fully registered. Then, as though something had clicked into place, his eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Isaac, his face pale with shock.
Zoey suddenly recalled something from the past. It was something she had learned when she first entered the family-Evelyn had borne three sons.
The youngest had fallen ill, and no matter how hard they tried, the child didn’t recover. He was sent to a temple to be cared for, but a fire broke out and the boy perished in the flames.
Zoey’s heart thudded in her chest. Could it be? Could the boy have survived the fire?
“What’s your name?” Caspian asked, his voice choked with emotion. His lips trembled uncontrollably as he looked desperately at Isaac.
Isaac held his stomach as he slumped back into the chair, clearly exhausted. Even his voice was barely a whisper. “Ask her… Go and ask her…”
Zoey took a step forward, her own emotions rising.
“I remember now,” she said. “I’ve seen you. You’ve walked around the estate’s entrance several times.”
Isaac didn’t respond, and Zoey turned to Violet for answers. Violet didn’t meet her gaze and instead stared at Isaac.
“Isaac Prince, since you’re here, you might as well clear things up. Tell them the truth. Tell them you were once named Seraphina Prince, and you were raised as a girl since you were young. At five years old, you were abandoned at a temple. You were left to suffer, and you almost died from the torture after a few months before being thrown out. Your mentor found you and saved your life. You didn’t do anything wrong-they did. You deserve an explanation.”
Caspian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze, his entire body stiff, his eyes wide and unblinking.
Then, with a strangled cry, he lunged forward, throwing himself at Isaac. He wrapped his arms around Isaac, crying out with a raw, heart-wrenching wail that echoed with a grief he had never felt before. “Seraphina… You’re alive! You’re not dead!”
Caspian didn’t even wait for a confirmation. He clung to Isaac and sobbed uncontrollably.
Caspian couldn’t bring himself to tell them that after the death of his brother, he had dreamed of the boy returning countless times. The.
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Isaac tried to push him away, but Caspian clung to him with all his strength, refusing to let go. No matter how much Isaac struggled he couldn’t break free. The sound of Caspian’s sobbing was unbearable, echoing in his ears like an incessant noise.
Isaac grimaced, feeling his frustration start to fade. Somehow, things didn’t seem as overwhelming anymore. It was as if, at that moment, he realized there was someone in this family who truly cared for him. Zoey’s eyes welled up with tears, her hands trembling as she grasped Jane’s firmly. Her voice was barely controlled, wavering with urgency.
“Quick, go help Mother and bring her out here. Don’t tell her yet-she might get too upset and fall.”
Since Viola’s incident, Evelyn’s health had worsened. She didn’t stay in bed all the time, but her spirits were low. She had no desire to leave the comfort of her chambers, not even to step out into the courtyard. When Jane came to fetch her, Evelyn was already in a sullen mood. “No matter who the guest is, tell Zoey to handle them. I won’t go.”
“Madam Evelyn, Madam Zoey insists that you come. You must go, even if just for a moment,” Jane insisted.
Evelyn’s brow twitched, and her heart skipped a beat. “Has something happened with Viola again?”
The mere thought of another scandal made her heart race. She couldn’t bear to hear more of it.
“No, it has nothing to do with Madam Viola,” Jane reassured her quickly.
“Don’t lie to me!” Evelyn gasped, clutching her chest. Her breath grew shallow, panic spreading through her. She was too afraid already.
Just then, Evelyn’s maid Rosie hurried over to support her. She turned to Jane and asked, “What’s going on at this hour? Who’s here? Can’t Madam Zoey handle it herself? Why must Madam Evelyn go out?”
Jane knew she couldn’t hide the truth. “Ms. Spencer brought a man with her. He’s drunk, and he’s demanding an explanation from Madam Evelyn. He wants to know why she abandoned him all those years ago. And now, Mr. Caspian is holding him and crying, calling him Seraphina.”
Evelyn suddenly gripped Jane’s hands tightly. She gasped for air, her body swaying as if she might collapse.
With a hoarse cry, she ordered, “Quickly, take me to him!”
It was as if some unseen force had taken hold of Evelyn. Despite her unsteady steps, she suddenly moved with surprising speed, leaving Jane and Rosie struggling to keep up.
Evelyn could hear nothing but the rush of her heartbeat. Before her, the courtyard faded away. What remained was the vision that had burned in her heart for years the blazing fire and the haunting screams that filled the air. Back then, people had dragged and pulled her, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly as the fire devoured everything.
Her youngest son-gone, consumed by those flames.
They had pulled out so many bodies, and yet, she couldn’t tell which one was his.
She had cried until she lost consciousness, over and over. However, never had she dared to think or hope that perhaps, just perhaps, her son had survived.