All Chapters of The Lost Heir Of Sargent: Chapter 341
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UMMM, A TOUR?
"Wear this," Rosaline took out a neatly pressed shirt. "I think this suits you...." Evening approached slowly, Rosaline was so busy with checking the outfits on Christian's body so that he'll look perfect and handsome for tonight's dinner.Christian nodded, buttoning it while standing near the mirror. His hair was perfectly combed, making him look softer than usual.Rosaline watched him quietly, the smallest frown on her face."You look… so charming," she murmured. "This is the reason why none can take off their eyes from you."Christian’s ears burned because of her comment. "Don’t say such things with a straight face and that too all of a sudden! I beg you!" "Why? It’s true.... Why can't I say the truth?" He just ignored her words, while buttoned his cuffs and sat so she could fix his collar.That’s when her voice shifted, calmer, deeper, and almost cautious as she wanted to find out something from him."Chris…" She touched his cheek softly. "If your father comes and apologizes f
WHAT WAS SHE LIKE?
"Of what?" Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow as he slowed his steps beside him.Christian stood in front of the ornate silver carving, fingers lingering near the glass as if the carving itself tugged at something deep inside him. He didn’t answer at first. A gentle confusion passed through his expression, followed by a strangely tender ache he didn’t know how to name."Of… my mother, maybe." His voice was quiet, almost unsure. "I don’t know why, but… something here feels familiar, maybe it's because of this place or things in this place, I don't know what it is.... But everything reminds me of my mother!" Adrian stopped walking.It was subtle, only a slight shift of his shoulders, the smallest pause of breath, but Lysandre, who had followed a few steps behind, noticed instantly. Adrian didn’t react that way to anyone. Ever."Your mother?" Adrian asked softly, "What was she like? What kind of person is she?" Christian blinked at the unexpected question from Adrian.He wasn’t used t
FOR ANYONE ELSE?
"Sure, why not?" Christian smiled walking along with Adrian, as he went into a hallway which felt different from the rest of the mansion.Quieter, and mysterious, as if every stone held a memory that refused to fade.Christian followed him, eyes drifting across the dimly lit corridor, the antique lanterns casting soft gold over frames that lined the walls. Each painting seemed unique than the last, some cracked, while some faded, and all deeply treasured, but they didn't seem much older.Adrian walked a few steps ahead, hands clasped behind his back, his expressions were unreadable. Lysandre lingered behind Christian silently, alert but unobtrusive.They stopped before the largest frame.Adrian didn’t say anything, he simply stepped aside, the faintest tension along his shoulders.Christian looked up.The painting wasn’t like the others, no landscapes, no storms, no symbols.This one showed a woman, standing with her back turned, wrapped in a soft silver-blue shawl. Her dark hair f
I MAY COME EVERYDAY
"Nevermore's mansions," Christian let out a bright smile while praising the creativity and elegance both added in the mansion, "are the real definition of beauty, they are telling many stories without even speaking, giving familiar vibes even to a stranger who never stepped into place before." Adrian smiled back at Christian's words, "if you like this place that much you can visit here whenever you want." "Please don't say that," Christian chuckled, "I may come everyday!"Adrian said with a calm face, "even if you want to stay here forever, it's okay." Christian was paused for a minute after hearing Adrian to see if he was joking or something but he wasn't, Lysandre noticed the warm exchange of conversation in between Adrian and Christian quietly.Christian followed Adrian out of the portrait corridor, still feeling the quiet warmth lingering in his chest. He didn’t understand it, and he didn’t try to, not here, not now. Something about this mansion… its air… its walls…. Everythin
NOT EVER AGAIN
"Yes," Christian replied smoothly, "I'm... Allergic to mangoes since I was born." For a moment, the entire dining hall fell silent, Christian’s soft voice still lingered in the air.Adrian froze, not dramatically, not with fear, but with a subtle, tightening stillness, like a man who had just heard something impossible.Mrs. Nevermore’s eyes widened in shock after Christian's confirmation.Lysandre stopped mid-bite, and spoon dangling in the air, as he was beyond shocked compared to Adrian or Mrs. Nevermore.Christian blinked innocently, unsure why they all looked like he had just confessed to murder."Is something wrong?" He asked slowly to know what was going on in between the three people in front of him.Mrs. Nevermore pressed a hand to her chest, "My dear, is the allergy too serious?" Christian nodded, embarrassed. "Well, if I eat it, my throat swells, and my body fills with rashes, it's been like that since childhood, mom said, I was born with that allergy and told, never to e
WHERE IS SHE LIVING?
"Of course she is alive," Christian replied calmly, unaware of the things gathering across the table. "Why did you ask like that?" Adrian’s jaw flexed once, but his voice stayed surprisingly even. "Just curious, nothing else, my dear!" Lysandre, sitting rigidly with restrained fury, nearly choked on his drink."Curious, my foot! He’s planning that woman’s funeral already." Adrian’s eyes lifted once again, sharper this time. "Where is she now? I mean, where is she living?" Christian blinked once as he was confused since he couldn't understand why Adrian was asking such questions, "Ummm.... I don’t know, after the Sargent family took me back, and also after I got all the inheritance of Adam's family as I'm the heir mentioned in my grandfather's will, I didn’t meet any of them again." The innocence in his tone made Mrs. Nevermore clutch her heart.Christian continued softly, "They tried their best to take the inheritance… but I refused to give it back since that's the only way I can
WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING NOW?
"Enough," Mrs. Nevermore smiled looking at the fun at dinning table, "eat your dinner first, later you can have all the fun you wanted...." Adrian, Christian and Lysandre nodded their heads obediently, dinner continued with warm smiles and soft chatter, but beneath the harmonious surface, something subtle… something dangerous… began to shift in Christian’s body.He didn’t notice it at first.Not when Mrs. Nevermore filled his bowl with affection.Not when Adrian slid the spoon closer so Christian wouldn’t struggle.Not when Lysandre watched him with almost painful softness, as if seeing a truth Christian himself couldn’t see.But gradually… the air around him thickened.His fingertips tingled faintly, a warm pulse thrummed under his skin.His chest tightened, not painfully, but strangely, like an awakening he didn’t ask for.Christian blinked hard, while rubbing his wrist as if he was trying to figure out what was going on with him.Mrs. Nevermore immediately leaned forward with a wo
I JUST NEEDED FRESH AIR
"Nothing," Adrian said, but his eyes said everything, more than his voice could.Lysandre leaned slightly toward him with a curious look on his face. "My Lord… the disturbance… you felt it too, right?" Adrian didn’t answer, just his aura sharpened, as the instinct of a Stormborn reacting to another losing control."Chris, is it really you?" Adrian murmured, under his breath, worry lacing every syllable.Then footsteps echoed in the hallway, Christian returned.He walked calmly, while smiling lightly, just sat down politely, as he wanted to think of a reason to leave as soon as possible before he lost his control once again.But Adrian saw it instantly, the stiffness in his posture, especially the faint tremor in his fingers, and the slightest unevenness of breath."Chris," Adrian asked softly with a worried face, "are you okay, my dear?" Christian blinked but didn't dare to look at Adrian afraid of getting caught. "Ah, yes, I’m fine, I just needed fresh air." His smile was gentle…
SHOW ME YOUR HAND
"Can you take a look at me once?" Adrian requested while stepping closer, slow and deliberate, while his eyes fixed on Christian’s face, not smiling, not calm, not even composed. Something in him was trembling beneath the surface, something he could not contain even if he tried.Mrs. Nevermore watched from the doorway, confused by the sudden heaviness in the air.Lysandre stood frozen behind Adrian, with stiffened shoulders, while waiting.Christian tried to stand straight, pretending nothing was wrong."I should get going," he said quietly, "it’s… getting late."Adrian did not blink, just stared at Christian quietly and noticed something abnormal especially as Christian tried hard to hide his hand."Chris," his voice dropped low, "show me your hand."Christian’s heart nearly jumped, he hid the broken bracelet further behind his back. "There’s nothing wrong...." "Chris, don't make me repeat my words again and again," Adrian took another step, the pressure of his aura flickering in t
WHOSE CHILD IS THIS BOY?
"Chris, can you hear me?" Adrian was trying to keep Christian awake, but his body already went limp in Adrian’s arms.Lightning flickered once more under his skin, then dimmed as exhaustion dragged him under completely. Adrian held him tighter, terrified that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the boy might shatter like glass.That state of Christian shattered Adrian's heart, though his eyes became wet with recognition as he finally got to know why he liked Christian even though they just met for a few times, it's because of the blood relationship in between them that pulled him towards Christian.Mrs. Nevermore rushed out of the doorway, with widened eyes, "Rian, what's happening here?" But Adrian didn’t answer her, as he is panicking about Christian, for the first time in decades, his hands were shaking, those were the same hands which killed many in the battlefield but today they were shaking terribly."Lys," he said in a raw and vulnerable voice, "open the Stormborn chamber.