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Chapter_298
The old woman’s words hung heavy in the air. Nash and Finn exchanged stunned looks as the blind woman spoke with an unsettling certainty. How did she know where Nash was sitting? It was as if she could sense him, despite her lack of sight.
“You’re lying…” she chided, her tone sharp, a stern expression clouding her face.
Then, without warning, a powerful wave of sound swept over them. The walls cracked under the pressure, and the glass topper of the coffee table shattered into a thousand pieces.
Finn staggered back, clutching his head, feeling like his skull might implode under the intense sonic force. He let out a guttural scream, his senses overwhelmed.
“Grandma…” Melody Stone’s voice broke through, her eyes wide with concern as she rushed toward the old woman. The realization hit Nash: the old woman had just unleashed the Lion’s Roar—a devastating sound-based technique.
Nash quickly used his true energy to shield his eardrums, the ringing in his ears dulled by his focus, but Finn was not so quick, left reeling from the attack.
“I’m not lying!” Nash called out urgently, his voice cutting through the air. He raised his right hand, showing the gold ring on his finger, which shimmered faintly in the dim light. “I have my grandfather’s ring with me!”
Melody, her gaze sharp and intense, noticed the ring instantly. “Grandma… he’s got a gold ring on his finger. It looks the same as the one in the picture you have in your study!”
The old woman’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from stern to one of disbelief, then to something akin to joy. She staggered to her feet, a trembling hand reaching out toward Nash.
“Little Master… it really is you!” Her voice quivered with emotion, and she dropped to her knees before him, overwhelmed by the realization.
Nash was stunned, rushing to support the elderly woman, helping her back onto the couch. “Ma’am, please… why don’t you sit down first?”
Her hands shook, tears welling in her eyes. “Twenty-three years…” she murmured, as if still in shock at the moment. “I thank the heavens for allowing me to meet you again while I’m still alive, Little Master!”
Tears also welled in Melody’s eyes as she watched the reunion unfold, the weight of the moment not lost on her.
“You knew I was still alive?” Nash asked, confusion clouding his features.
The old woman nodded, her voice steady but filled with deep sorrow. “It was I who handed you over to Herman Lewis. He met me ten years ago and told me you would visit the Young Gardens one day.”
Nash’s heart raced. He had no idea that the fateful day of the Young Family Village massacre had such layers of history attached to it.
“Little Master, it will forever be one of my regrets that I was not buried alongside the Young family, but all I wanted was to wait for the day when I could see you again!” The old woman’s voice cracked, her tears flowing freely.
Nash could barely contain his emotions. He had always thought of himself as the only survivor, but this woman… she had survived as well. Her devotion to his family was clear in every word she spoke.
“Please don’t say that, Granny. Being buried alongside others is no longer a popular topic of discussion!” Nash tried to reassure her, giving her a rueful smile. “Do you know Herman well? What’s his relation to the Young family?”
The old woman’s face darkened slightly as she spoke of the past. “I’m an orphan. Your great-grandfather rescued me from human traffickers. He brought me to the Young Family Village, where I learned to read, write, and practice martial arts. The Young family gave me the gift of being reborn, and I swore that all my descendants would be loyal servants of the Young family. I never expected disaster to befall the Young family!”
She paused, the pain of those memories still fresh after so many years. “Herman Lewis was a man your grandfather saved when he was injured. He had made enemies and was nearly killed. Your grandfather offered him sanctuary, and their friendship began. Herman was invited to the Young family’s annual gathering the day disaster struck… After the massacre, I handed you over to Herman. You were just a newborn.”
The weight of her words settled heavily over the room, as she continued. “I fought off the killers who had trapped me and managed to escape. I should have died alongside the rest of the Young family, but I didn’t return because I wanted to survive. I deserve to die.”
The old woman collapsed to her knees again, overcome by grief, her sobs echoing in the room.
Nash was quick to support her, gently lifting her back onto the couch. “Granny, please don’t think that way. Anyone who tried to return would have been killed. I’m sure the Young family would rest in peace knowing you survived!”
His heart ached for the woman. She was not just a servant to his great-grandfather, but a true member of their family—a daughter in all but blood. Her pain was his own.
The old woman’s lips trembled as she looked up at Nash, her voice barely a whisper. “Thank you… thank you for forgiving me, Little Master.”
She tried to stand but staggered back to the couch, her legs unable to hold her steady.
“Granny…” Melody said softly, her gaze filled with compassion as she looked at the old woman, unsure of how to comfort her.
The room was filled with a heavy silence. The past, long buried, was now unearthed, and Nash felt the weight of the truth settling around him, bringing both clarity and sorrow. He was not alone anymore.