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Chapter 444: Unearthing What Was Buried!
The diversion worked, if only for a split second. Ruth’s gaze, drowning in Ella’s features, snapped towards Gilbert’s voice. Confusion and raw panic warred on her face. “The… the doctor? He said… he said he’s awake. He’s really awake.”Her voice trembled, but the momentary break in her fixation was all the opening needed. Ella, sensing the fragile opening, didn’t wait for permission or further lies. She took a decisive step forward, past the stunned Bella, past the rigid Gilbert, and into the doorway.Ruth, her composure shattered, could only step back, her hand fluttering to her throat. “You… you can’t just…”But Ella was already inside. The room was quiet, save for the steady beep of the monitor. The lights were dimmed. And in the bed, propped up on pillows, was the man from her dreams.Jackson Hart.He looked gaunt, pale, his body still bearing the terrible wasting of long inactivity. But his eyes… his eyes were the same fierce, clear grey she’d seen in the spectral vision. They we
Chapter 443: When Time Stands!
The car ride back was a pressure cooker of silence and half-answered questions. Ella sat in the back, her face turned to the blurring countryside, but her mind was a whirlwind.“What exactly happened to him before?” she’d asked as James sped onto the motorway.“It's quite complicated. He just came out of the fugue state. That’s all we know,” James had replied, his eyes fixed on the road, his tone leaving no room for further inquiry.“What’s a fugue state?”Nancy had fielded that one, her voice carefully neutral. “It’s a medical term. His mind was… elsewhere. Protecting itself. Now it’s not.”Ella gave up on direct answers and watched them instead. The way James’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The subtle, worried glance Nancy shot him. They were scared. Not of her, but for her. For Jackson. For what came next.***The hospital corridor was a study in controlled chaos. Orderlies moved with purpose, but there was a tension in the air thicker than the smell of antiseptic. As
Chapter 442: Jackson's Back!
Ruth’s breath hitched as she nodded, a tear escaping to trace the line of a long-held worry. "Yes, my love. Yes, I did.”Jackson’s brow furrowed slightly, not in pain, but in a fierce, internal effort to connect the emotional dots that were scattered across the void of twenty years. “Are you my mother?”The question, so stark, so clinical, landed in the room like a shard of ice.The celebratory atmosphere froze. Hailey’s smile vanished. Andrew’s hearty demeanor tightened into concern as Copper and Whitaker exchanged a glance of shared dismay while Bella closed her eyes briefly, her heart aching for them both.Ruth didn’t flinch. The love in her eyes didn’t dim; if anything, it burned brighter, fueled by a mother’s fierce understanding. She saw not rejection, but the true cost of his journey. He hadn’t just lost time; he’d lost the emotional map of his life.“Oh, Jackson,” she whispered, her voice thick. She leaned closer, her other hand coming up to cradle his cheek. Her touch was
Chapter 441: You Called Me Son!
The world outside the hospital window was just beginning to chatter with the bizarre news of the "Silver Dawn," but inside Jackson's room, it was the beginning of his moment of reawakening.And as though he was responding to Victor's resurrection, hiss eyes snapped open.It was not the fluttery, vague movement of before. This was a decisive, physical act. The ceiling tiles came into a clarity so sharp it was painful. The hum of the fluorescent light was a roar. The sterile smell of antiseptic was an assault.His head turned, muscles creaking in protest after months of stillness, but the movement was deliberate and at the same time, controlled. His gaze swept past the window, past the beeping monitor, and locked onto Bella who was still sitting in the chair beside his bed.Her face was still as pale as it had always been, her eyes wide and red-rimmed, fixed on a small tablet showing news footage of frozen landscapes. She hadn't noticed him yet.He drew a breath, the first one he had tr
Chapter 440: He Has Returned!
"It's nothing," Ella said, her voice too light, too airy for the weight in the room. "Just... a weird dream I had. About fancy parties and babies. Forget I said anything."She turned her back, her movements jerky as she rescued the charring toast, scraping the blackened edges into the sink with a sound like grating bones. She could feel Irene's gaze on her, a laser of terrified love, boring into her shoulder blades."Ella..." Irene began again, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back the flood."I said it's nothing, Mom!" The words came out sharper than Ella intended, a lash of frustration born of fear. She winced at her own tone, but didn't turn around. "The toast is ruined. I'll make more."The next few minutes passed in a stilted, horrible parody of a normal morning. They ate in a silence thick enough to choke on. Irene picked at her eggs, her eyes constantly flicking to Ella's face, searching for cracks. Ella kept her gaze fixed on her plate, the food tasting like ash
Chapter 439: Victor Vaughan's Return!
The outer space where forgotten things pooled and echoes sounded like roars, began to take shape. It was a bridge woven from silence and regret, spanning the chasm between what was and what might have been.Here, the air didn’t move. It crystallized, forming intricate, despairing fractals of frost in the void. In the center of this non-place, Victor Vaughan took form. And then, with the grace of a maestro acknowledging a silent audience, he took a slow, deep bow.The silence that followed was not empty. It was a listening silence.“Do not fail this time.”The Voice did not come from anywhere. It was the vacuum, the cold certainty at the heart of the entropy Victor worshipped. It was neither male nor female, but ancient, patient, and utterly devoid of mercy.Victor did not straighten abruptly. He rose with deliberate reverence, as if lifting a great weight. “I will not disappoint,” he said, his own voice a smooth, cultured contrast to the formless chill of the Voice. It held a fervent,
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