Chapter 105: Chapter 103: I’m All Ready, and You Want to Wait Until Tonight? (Part 2)
’Was this part of the story?’
According to the book’s plot, the villainess’s family was completely wiped out in the end. There wasn’t supposed to be a new addition to the family.
But now, Mr. and Mrs. Grant had another child.
The plot had already gone off track.
’No matter what, this is a good thing.’
Although Celeste Grant treated them as her birth parents, and they in turn cherished her dearly, she knew their real daughter was already gone.
So, for Mr. and Mrs. Grant to have another child was a good thing. Celeste Grant was truly happy for them.
The path of Cultivation was long and arduous; having family by one’s side was a blessing in itself.
Thinking of this,
she stood up.
"Co on, Annie, let’s go see your grandpa and grandma. By the way, where are your grandparents living now?"
She said, reaching out to take her son’s hand.
Then she turned to look at Javier Sinclair.
"We’ll go together."
"Alright."
’She’s still thinking of .’
The Archfiend was pleased.
"Mom, Grandpa and Grandma have been at our place for the past few days. Right now, they’re learning about Arrays from Elder Lawson. Grandpa and Grandma live in Bloodfiend City, but they co to see you every so often and stay at the Bloodfiend Den for a few days."
From these words,
Celeste Grant could tell that Javier Sinclair treated her parents exceptionally well. At this thought, she grabbed his arm and leaned in close. "Thank you for taking care of my parents. Here, a heart for you."
As she spoke, she pinched her fingers together, forming a small heart in front of his eyes.
Javier Sinclair said, "Not very sincere."
Hearing this,
Celeste Grant, making sure her son wasn’t looking, grabbed his arm, leaned in, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned away and led her son off.
She left Javier Sinclair standing there, blushing.
He reached up and touched his cheek.
With a flash, he was beside her, taking her hand in his. "Let’s walk together."
He thought.
’Maybe this is pretty good, too.’
When she saw her parents again, they hugged her, overjoyed.
"Celeste, you’re awake! Your ntal state must have improved after this epiphany. To think you were in seclusion for so long."
"I had a small breakthrough in my realm. I’m at Golden Core Perfection now."
Mrs. Grant took her hand, her face beaming with joy for her. "My daughter is so amazing."
But speaking of this,
they grew sad.
To think their daughter had her Spirit Root stolen right under their noses, and they hadn’t known a thing. When she was tested, they thought she was born without a Spirit Root and couldn’t practice Cultivation. It wasn’t until the day Jocelyn Grant’s own Spirit Root was dug out and their daughter told them the truth that they finally learned what had happened.
They had been heartbroken about it for many years.
"It’s all our fault. You were scorned and bullied for all those years because of us."
After learning the truth, they had figured out who was responsible.
’It had to be that woman.’
Jocelyn Grant’s mother.
There was a ti back then when that woman visited their ho frequently, and she had even held their daughter several tis. They hadn’t thought much of it at the ti, but looking back, that must have been when their daughter’s Spirit Root was taken. Their negligence had nearly ruined their daughter’s entire life.
Even now, Mr. and Mrs. Grant couldn’t forgive themselves whenever they thought about it.
"That bitch. She’d better keep hiding for the rest of her life. If I ever find her, I won’t let her get away with it."
They were, of course, talking about Jocelyn Grant’s mother. After Jocelyn’s father—Celeste’s third uncle—died, she was taken away by her clan.
Celeste Grant reached out and hugged them.
"Dad, Mom, don’t overthink it. It’s all in the past. It’s not your fault; you didn’t know. Besides, do I look like soone who’s easily bullied? So debts just have to be repaid."
And just like that, she had already taken back the original owner’s Spirit Root from Jocelyn Grant’s body.
"By the way, I heard you had a little brother for ?"
Hearing her bring it up,
Mr. and Mrs. Grant were afraid she would get the wrong idea.
"Celeste... don’t misunderstand. In our hearts, you are the most important."
Mr. Grant, also worried she would misunderstand, hastily explained. "We never expected to have another child. But since he was already on the way... he’s still my child. Your mother and I couldn’t bear to give him up."
At one point, Mr. and Mrs. Grant had considered not keeping the child, precisely because they were afraid their daughter would misunderstand when she woke up. But in the end, they just couldn’t go through with it.
Looking at her nervous parents,
Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
"Mom, Dad, what are you thinking?"
"I’ve been all alone. I couldn’t be happier to have a little brother."
Besides, she was a grown woman now. Was she really going to be jealous of a small child?
Mr. and Mrs. Grant breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as you think that way, we can rest easy."
They had always cared deeply about their daughter’s opinion.
Celeste Grant looked around and asked,
"So where is my little brother?"
"I... I’m here."
A small voice ca from the doorway. Celeste Grant looked up to see an adorable little boy peeking his head around the doorfra, looking at her shyly.
The child wore white robes embroidered with bamboo leaves, looking clean, pure, and well-behaved.
He walked in timidly.
"Sister, you’re awake."
He used to go with Annie to see her often.
’Sister is very pretty.’
’He liked his sister, and he liked Annie, too.’
Celeste Grant stared at the child before her, looking him over again and again.
’It’s confird.’
’This really is her little brother.’
His features resembled hers closely. She had to admit, the good looks in this family were definitely top-tier.
"Wow, whose little brother is this? He’s so cute. What’s your na, little bun?"
Charlie Grant felt a little embarrassed.
"Sister, my na is Charlie."
Celeste Grant nodded slightly.
"Charlie Grant. A good na."
She could tell at a glance that her little brother had already begun his Cultivation and was at the Third Level of Energy Refining.
"What kind of Spirit Root do you have?"
"Sister, I have a top-grade spiritual root."
No wonder he had already reached the Third Level of Energy Refining at such a young age. While a top-grade spiritual root wasn’t the absolute pinnacle of Cultivation Talent, it was still exceptionally rare and excellent.
Celeste Grant patted his head. "Not bad. Keep up your Cultivation."
Charlie Grant nodded. "Mhm, I’ll work hard at my Cultivation so I can protect you, Sister."
"Good, good. Then from now on, your big sister can just lie back and let you take care of her."
Her brother was five years old this year. Standing next to her son, he only ca up to her son’s arm.
If the two of them went out together, no one would believe that the younger one was the uncle.
Celeste Grant smiled faintly and asked, "What elent is your Spirit Root?"
Charlie Grant replied, "Sister, I have an Ice Spirit Root."
Standing to the side, Javier Sinclair nodded slightly. "It is indeed an Ice Spirit Root. His talent is quite good."
’Another Ice Spirit Root!’
Celeste Grant’s brows furrowed slightly.
’So, did her family just kick a hornet’s nest of Ice Spirit Roots or sothing?’
’The villainess in the book was supposed to awaken an Ice Spirit Root, but after I transmigrated into this world, I changed the direction of the plot.’
’I now have a variant Water Spiritual Root and a Wood Elent Spiritual Root.’
’According to the plot, the villainess’s Spirit Root was supposed to be dug out and given to one of the female lead’s sickly male companions.’
At this thought, Celeste Grant instantly beca vigilant.
’So even if I don’t have an Ice Spirit Root anymore, does another one have to appear to take my place?’
Celeste Grant sneered inwardly.
’So what if it’s the will of the plot?’
’If anyone dares to touch her family or her son, she would fight them to the death!’
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