Chapter 71: The Doctors’ StandThe ex-wife stuttered, her lips moving but no proper words coming out for a few seconds. Her eyes kept shifting between Cassian and the doctors standing behind him, and the more she looked, the worse her expression became. Cassian was seated while Jude Gale was standing aomg with several respected old doctors. The arrangement itself looked simple, but to someone who understood the medical circle even a little, it was shocking enough to make the mind go blank. Jude Gale was not an ordinary physician one could invite casually. Even Leon, with all his arrogance, knew that a man like Jude was valued by wealthy families because of his skill, reputation and connection to Rowan Crawford. Yet now, Jude was standing behind Cassian like a student waiting for correction.Leon reacted first. Perhaps his pride refused to accept what his eyes were seeing, or perhaps he simply needed to break the strange pressure settling over the room, because the moment he recovere

Chapter 73: The Old Man’s WishHearing that question, Cassian nearly choked on his food.It was rare for him to lose composure, and even rarer for something at a dinner table to catch him unprepared, but the old master’s question was so sudden and so direct that even Cassian’s calm face stiffened for a brief second. Across from him, Zora had just taken a sip of water, and the moment the word grandchildren entered her ears, she spat the water back into the cup with a soft choking sound before quickly covering her mouth with a napkin.For a few seconds, both of them stared at the old master.Neither of them knew what to say.The dining table had fallen strangely quiet. Zora’s father froze with his chopsticks halfway to his bowl, while her stepmother’s expression shifted quickly, first into shock, then into something displeased and complicated. Clearly, neither of them expected the old master to bring up children so openly, especially when they still disliked this marriage and had not a

Chapter 75: No Locked DoorThe Ravencroft Family Villa.Miranda sat on her bed with her back straight and her eyes moving across the room for what felt like the hundredth time.The room was quiet, and that quietness made every small sound sharper than usual. The faint movement of the curtains near the window, the low hum of the air conditioner, the distant footsteps of patrolling guards outside the corridor and even the soft ticking of the clock by her bedside seemed louder tonight. She had always disliked staying in the family villa. The place was grand, secure and filled with history, but to her, it had never felt like home. It felt more like a polished cage, beautiful from the outside, strict from the inside, and full of people who smiled while hiding calculations behind their eyes.Earlier that day, after Damian Harthwone came to see her, she received a call from her father telling her to return to the family villa immediately because the elders wanted to hold a meeting. She had

Chapter 77: What Happened Five Years AgoHearing that, Miranda froze.The calm in Cassian’s voice made the words far more terrifying than if he had shouted them. There was no rage on his face, no visible excitement, or the wild thirst for blood, and somehow that made him even harder to read. He spoke of locking down the villa, gathering the Ravencroft family and slaughtering those who stood in his way as if he was discussing a choice that could be made if the situation required it. Not a fantasy or a threat thrown out for pride but a very huge possibility and with what she had seen from him, Miranda knew it was possible.That was the worst part.She could still remember how he had sat on the sofa in her office and avoided every attack without standing and every other thing he had done till now, seriously if such a person decided to turn this villa into a battlefield, Miranda could not honestly say who would stop him.She swallowed slowly and said nothing for a while.The room was sil

Chapter 79: A Visit to the Harthwone VillaCassian, on the other hand, appeared like a ghost before the Harthwone family villa.The night around the villa was quiet, but it was not peaceful. The Harthwone estate carried a sharper kind of stillness than the Ravencroft family villa, the kind built from discipline, hidden weapons, trained men and years of confidence. The gates were tall, the walls were wide, and every visible guard stood with the kind of posture that showed they were not merely there to impress visitors. Some wore suits, some dressed more casually, but their eyes were alert, their breathing steady, and their hands rested close enough to hidden weapons that anyone with decent instincts would think twice before approaching. There were also more subtle layers of security, cameras positioned at overlapping angles, men stationed behind blind corners, and a few faint traces of internal energy hidden deep within the villa, weak enough that ordinary martial artists might miss