When Carl arrived in Velmora, he made sure to drop Sophia off at her place first. He didn’t linger, didn’t explain—he simply made sure she was safe.Then he left.Sparrow Mountain was calling him.It was the only place where answers might finally start making sense.The moment he arrived, Ana rushed to meet him, her expression tense and unusually troubled.“Carl! At last, you’re back!” she said, but there was no relief in her voice—only urgency.Carl immediately noticed.“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone sharpening. “Is Master Aiden okay?”Without waiting for an answer, he strode inside the house, heading straight for the room.When he saw Master Aiden lying on the bed, breathing steadily, his body finally relaxed—just a little.He was still asleep.Still alive.Still holding on.“It’s not Father, Carl,” Ana said from behind him, her voice quieter now. “But… you need to see this.”Carl turned to her, his brows knitting together.Ana stepped out of the room, and he followed without he

Carl couldn't contain his joy when he saw that Master Aiden had finally recovered. He had spent so long searching for every ingredient needed to create the antidote. And finally, he had succeeded. He had created the ultimate antidote—one capable of curing every known rare illness.Anna couldn't hide her happiness either. She immediately rushed to her father's side, helping him stand and wash himself. There wasn't even the slightest trace of the illness that had once consumed him."I'm grateful for what you did for Father, Carl. He's really better now," Anna said, her voice trembling with emotion.The two of them stood outside the house, watching Aiden bathe by the old well."He is finally cured now."Carl gave a small nod."He's like a father to me, Anna. My grandfather. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be the person I am today. This is the least I can do for him.""Yeah. Anyway, I'll go prepare dinner. Don't leave just yet, okay? You should stay.""I will."Carl had already made up h

Chapter 275Carl stared at Master Aiden as if he had heard him wrong.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.The cigarette between Carl’s fingers continued to burn, but he no longer seemed to notice it.“Your grandson?” he finally asked.Master Aiden slowly nodded.“My biological grandson.”Carl let out a humorless laugh. He turned away and dragged a hand over his face, trying to make sense of everything he had just heard.All his life, he had believed he was an orphan.Now, the man who had raised him was saying they had shared the same blood from the very beginning.“How?” Carl demanded. “If I’m really your grandson, then who is my mother?”Master Aiden’s expression changed at once.The guilt remained in his eyes, but something deeper appeared beside it.Grief.A grief so heavy that even after all these years, it still looked painfully fresh.“My daughter,” he said quietly.Carl’s fists tightened.“What was her name?”Master Aiden opened his mouth, but no words came out.Instead,

Carl’s refusal did not change the truth.Master Aiden could see it in his eyes. Carl wanted to reject Jackson’s claim, but too many pieces already fit together.“I don’t believe you,” Carl repeated.“You don’t have to believe me tonight,” Aiden said. “But you asked for the truth.”“Then prove it.”Master Aiden looked toward the mountains.“The proof begins with your mother.”Years ago, Jackson Young had become the most admired businessman in the country. Powerful families invited him to their homes. Politicians competed for his attention. Women watched him wherever he went.But Jackson showed no interest in any of them.Until he met Aiden’s daughter.Their first meeting happened in a poor village struck by disease. Jackson had arrived to inspect land owned by one of his companies. His expensive shoes sank into the mud while his guards complained about the smell.Then he saw a woman kneeling beside a sick child.Her dress was stained. Her hair had escaped its simple tie. She looked exha

The first attacker moved before Aiden could raise his weapon.One moment, the figure stood among the trees.The next, he was already at the gate.Aiden fired.The bullet struck the man’s chest, but he didn’t fall.He looked down at the wound as if it were nothing.Then flames erupted from his body.Aiden staggered backward.Jackson appeared in front of him and struck the attacker once.The man flew across the yard and crashed through a stone wall.“Inside!” Jackson ordered.More figures rushed from the forest.Aiden ran toward the house as gunfire exploded behind him.Jackson’s guards opened fire from every window. Bullets tore through the night, but the attackers moved faster than ordinary men.Some climbed the walls with their bare hands.Others passed through the flames surrounding the property without slowing down.Inside, Aiden found his daughter gripping the bed.Her face was pale with pain.“The baby,” she gasped. “He’s coming.”“Not now.”“I don’t think he cares!”Another explo