All Chapters of The Lost Heir Of Sargent: Chapter 291
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I PROMISE!
“Yeah, everything is fine!” “He can be discharged now…” A soft hum of voices stirred Christian from his deep sleep, his surroundings were no longer flickering or trembling to startle him, just bathed in the pale gold of early sunlight streaming through the large windows.For a brief second, he wondered if everything last night had been just a dream, the shadow, the red glow, the voice that called him my boy, almost everything felt unreal in the morning.He turned his head, blinking against the light, making sure he was in the same room, surprisingly Luna sat beside his bed, flipping through a set of medical papers, her hair tied loosely as a bun, while a faint yawn escaped her lips.“Good morning,” she greeted him with a bright smile. "Did you sleep well last night? Feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Christian was calm for a minute, while Luna gently spoke, "The doctor said you're fine and we can leave now, he prescribed only a few medications since you inhaled a huge amount of smoke
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU ALL
"Am I here at the wrong time?"The voice automatically made everyone turn toward the doorway, and the one standing there was Mrs. Nevermore, elegant as ever, dressed in a soft silver outfit, a string of pearls glimmering faintly around her neck. Her presence always carried a quiet grace, the kind that filled a room without needing to say a word."Mrs. Nevermore!" Amelia exclaimed warmly, a smile breaking through the worry that had lingered on her face moments ago. "What a sudden surprise to find you at our home! How long has it been since we met?" The older woman returned the smile, her tone was light and affectionate. "Far too long, Mrs. Sargent, finally got time to see you, I almost thought you’d forgotten me completely.""How could I ever?" Amelia replied, gently clasping her hands. "Though we met only a few times, every time I met you, it was a wonderful moment, please, come in, you're always welcome here."Mrs. Nevermore stepped inside the grand hall, her gaze wandering fondly
THEN, WHY AREN'T YOU CLOSE ANYMORE?
••NO POV••"You’ve gone quiet for so long," Amelia gently said. "Only to ask this, my boy?" Christian looked at her with an awkward face, "Well, grandma, it's just I'm not sure whether to ask or not, but I was little curious about the relationship in between Mrs. Nevermore and you, since you both spoke to each other in a very warm way, that's why I want to know more, can you tell me?" The question made Amelia pause for a few minutes. After a moment, her eyes softened with nostalgia, then dimmed with something that looked more like regret filled pain. "Oh, it’s been… more years than I can count," she said, lowering herself gracefully onto the place beside him. "We met when we were about your age, two foolish young girls in finishing school, trying to prove who could outshine the other, very independent minded, ready to achieve many things...." A faint chuckle escaped her. "She was fiery, sweet, and quick-witted... I, on the other hand, was stubborn and bold. But somehow, that worke
THAT'S BECAUSE I'M CHARMING
••NO POV••"Huh?" Christian looked flustered after hearing to what Rosaline has said, but she was same as always, "I know you heard me well, if you don't want me to say it aloud enough for everyone to hear, then...." "Let's go," Christian immediately got up from the couch, and looked at his aunts and uncles with an awkward face, "Well, I need some rest, how about we talk later?" Charles nodded his head with a grin, "Sure... Sure, go ahead." Lowering his head, Christian went upstairs in a rush, Rosaline followed right behind him, once inside the room, Christian sat on the bed with a sigh, "Day by day you're teasing me too much, did you see the way uncle looked at me? I'm too embarrassed!" "It's not my fault," she sat beside him and softly placed her hand on his shoulder as if she was trying to overpower him, "It's you who is out of control and I should use my ways to keep you in control." Christian rolled his eyes, while muttering something deep inside.Rosaline didn’t move her h
RUMOURS AREN'T ALWAYS TRUE
••NO POV••"I didn’t think much," Christian admitted in steady yet but thoughtful tone, and took a quiet breath, as the weight of her words stirring something in his chest "I’m just waiting for a chance.... A perfect chance, nothing more than that." Rosaline hummed in response, her thumb brushing lazily against his hand. "And for that…" she tilted her head, while narrowing her eyes slightly with suspicion, "by any chance, are you planning to get closer to Aurora?" Christian blinked, and caught off guard for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "No.... no way," he said firmly with a determined mind. "She went too far this time, I've been very patient, trying myself to understand her since both of us are getting forced into this alliance, but she is already close to ruining my family’s reputation, framing my own people for her selfishness, and she doesn’t even realize it." Rosaline gave him a long, and knowing look, Christian is someone very kind and understanding, he'll never
WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?
"Is this the so-called party?" Lord Sargent asked, his tone carrying the weight of disinterest and old pride. "Didn’t we ever have a better party than this before? Is it really necessary for us to attend, Amelia?"Before Amelia could answer, Christian spoke gently, reminding him about their past conversation, "Grandpa, please don’t forget your promise."The old man turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow as if he forgot what he promised. "Promise? Remind me which one...." Christian exhaled quietly, his gaze steady yet gentle. "The one you made just a few days back, when you said you’d attend a party with me and grandma, no questions asked, didn't you?"Lord Sargent hummed quietly. "Ah, that one.... Yes, I did say that." A few days back, despite Amelia requesting Christian not to mention about the party with Lord Sargent, still, Christian pulled a brave act to talk with him.Reaching to Lord Sargent's study, Christian calmly greeted him with a tea cup, "good evening grandpa, hot
RUNNING AWAY AGAIN FROM ME, CHRIS?
"Magician?" Lord Sargent narrowed his eyebrows, "More like a little manipulator just like his mother...." Christian and Amelia giggled at his words, together they made their way inside the mansion.The golden chandeliers shimmered across the marble floor, reflecting the soft flicker of candlelight that danced on every glass. The air smelled of vintage wine, roses, and old familiarity, the kind that had never truly disappeared.Lord Sargent moved with quiet dignity beside Amelia, his expression composed, though his eyes lingered on the portraits adorning the grand hallway. Amelia’s hand rested lightly on his arm steady but faintly tense, as if every step into the mansion reawakened a past she had long buried.Mrs. Nevermore greeted them with a radiant smile, her pearls glinting against the deep emerald gown she wore. Her eyes, sharp and kind all at once, paused when they landed on Christian. For a moment, her lips parted, but she quickly masked the surprise with grace."Welcome, L
WOULD YOU REALLY DO ANYTHING I ASK?
"Disappeared?" Aurora raised an eyebrow, her tone a curious blend of mockery and melancholy. "That’s not the correct way to say it, Chris... He didn’t vanish, he left for a reason, with a broken heart."Christian frowned at her explanation. "Left or disappeared, what difference does it make? He abandoned his mother. No matter how much pain a man carries, he shouldn’t walk away from the woman who gave birth to him, she left her husband, her entire world, just because her son suffered a grievance, she stood for him as a mother while leaving behind duty as a wife and matriarch, that's the amount of importance she gave to him, and what did he do? Turned his back on a helpless and lonely old woman." When Christian finished his words, Aurora crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "You sound awfully invested for someone who’s supposedly just a quiet intern with no family background, aren't you?"Christian paused and looked at her with a terror, while she leaned closer, voice dipping
JUST IGNORE ME
"Enough," Mrs. Nevermore said firmly, giving Adrian’s hand a gentle slap as she seen Christian's smile dropping after what Adrian has said. "You can’t bully a kid, everyone has their own reasons, even Chris has his own reasons to hide his identity, so why make a fuss over something like that?" Adrian chuckled under his breath, though his smile carried mischief. "Mother, I’m just teasing him, there's nothing serious." Christian frowned, his lips pouting slightly, a small, almost childish expression that caught Adrian off guard. For a slight second, something in that look made his chest tighten. It was as if a forgotten memory had just brushed by, and made a strong impression of familiarity.Before Christian could say a word, Adrian reached out instinctively and touched his face, fingers brushing against his cheekbone in a moment of strange familiarity which is too hard to ignore.Christian blinked his eyes rapidly, startled by the sudden gesture.Adrian immediately drew back, being
YOUR MOTHER?
••NO POV••"Who is that man?" Christian sighed inwardly while walking aimlessly, "Why is he even targeting me as if I'm a criminal? Isn't it the first time we met, why is he behaving as if he is holding a grudge against me?" The garden stretched wide under the soft silver glow of the moon, fountains murmuring quietly among trimmed hedges and roses that glistened with dew. The faint laughter from the ballroom drifted faintly through the air, now a distant hum compared to the stillness outside.Christian found peace in that silence and enjoying his own company, "finally, I can breathe now! This is really refreshing! Sometimes being an introvert is annoying as hell... Stepping away from them is the only way to survive." He quietly glanced at the roses, "These are looking so beautiful!" Aurora finally found Christian by the marble fountain, his reflection radiating beside the moon’s. He looked deep in thought, shoulders slightly slouched, as if the silence suited him more than the no