Chapter 547 - 545: Lifted High, Got Shy

Chapter 547: Chapter 545: Lifted High, Got Shy

’So I wasn’t an unwanted child after all.’

’I have a mother and father. I really have a mother and father.’

’So this was the truth.’

Aaron Sinclair was furious, but also heartbroken, now that he knew the truth. All these years, he had tried to be the best he could be, just to earn his parents’ approval. And in the end? He was met with cold indifference, thrown out of the house, and they had even sent people to kill him.

’It wasn’t that I wasn’t good enough. It was because I was living right under my enemies’ noses the whole time. They wanted me dead from the very beginning. It was just my sheer luck that I survived, while their own son ended up lost.’

’That’s why they hated me so much.’

Heh...

’But what right did they have to blame me? They were the ones who stole me from my real parents, intending for me to die in their son’s place.’

’If I had stayed with my mother, I would have been a child cherished by his parents all along.’

The more he thought about it...

...the more miserable he felt.

His eyes couldn’t help but turn red.

He lowered his head, not saying a word.

’No way! Did I make the story too harsh?’

"Annie... are you okay? Don’t be sad. That’s all in the past. Mom and Dad are here now. No one can bully you anymore."

The moment she said this...

...her son, who had been sitting there, shot straight to his feet.

He looked at Celeste Grant as tears began to fall, one after another.

"Mom..."

"Mother."

It was as if that single word, "Mom," had been so easy to say the moment he opened his mouth. ’Calling my real mother feels completely different from calling someone else ’Mother.’’ He knew his real mother loved him; the way a birth mother looked at her child was different.

HISS...

Seeing her son cry...

...Celeste Grant felt a pang in her heart.

"Mom’s here... Don’t cry, my son." She quickly stood up, walked over, and wrapped her arms around him.

Her son was eight years old, but he wasn’t short. In fact, he was half a head taller than other children his age.

"There, there. Mom’s here."

"My baby, don’t cry."

"My sweetheart."

Her attempts to soothe him had the opposite effect.

The moment she started...

...Aaron Sinclair felt tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, as if he was crying out all the grievances of the past few years. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to cry, but that there had been no one to care for him. Now, held in his mother’s arms, he felt so safe.

He reached out and hugged his mother’s waist.

Aaron Sinclair rested his head against her chest.

"Are you lying to me...? Are you really my mother?"

"Silly child, of course I’m your mother."

"Look how much you resemble your father. And you got your eyes and brows from me, didn’t you? You’re so handsome; take a look at who gave birth to you."

Aaron Sinclair hugged her tighter.

"Mother, I missed you so much."

"I’m not an unwanted child."

Hearing this...

...Celeste Grant’s heart ached. She raised a hand and gently stroked his head. "There, there... don’t cry... You are your parents’ greatest treasure. How could you possibly be unwanted?"

’Mother is so warm.’

’So this is how warm a mother’s embrace feels.’

He leaned into his mother’s embrace.

’Mom and Dad must have had such a hard time all these years. To have their own child stolen away... what kind of torment must they have endured? Searching for a child without any leads must have been the most painful thing of all. It’s not their fault I was lost for so many years.’

’Their suffering was greater than mine.’

Thinking of this...

...he truly came to hate everyone in the General’s Mansion.

’They stole me.’

’They wanted me to die in place of their son, but I was my own parents’ precious treasure.’

At that moment, he made a silent vow.

’So, the General’s Mansion, is it? Just you wait.’

’I won’t let any of you off the hook.’

He comforted his mother.

"Mom, don’t be sad. I won’t leave you ever again. It must have been so hard for you all these years."

Celeste Grant was deeply moved.

She reached out and gently patted her son’s back.

"Okay, Mom is waiting for you to take care of her in her old age, you know? My good son."

Aaron Sinclair’s ears turned red, and he felt a little shy. But he said aloud, "I’ll take care of you. Of course I will."

’This is my mother; I will take care of her. From now on, I have to study hard, pass the imperial exams, and make sure my parents can live a good life.’

Javier Sinclair, who had been sitting and watching the mother and son, couldn’t help but say, "So, I’m just the odd one out."

Aaron Sinclair waved his hands.

"Of course not... I’ll take care of you both." As he spoke, he let go of Celeste Grant and looked at the man sitting there.

"Father."

After calling out "Father,"...

...Aaron Sinclair blushed and looked away.

But he was also full of anticipation.

Javier Sinclair stood up and walked over to them. He reached out and stroked his head.

Celeste Grant, on the other hand, smiled and said, "What are you just standing there for? You two, father and son, should have a hug." With that, she pushed her son into Javier Sinclair’s arms.

"I don’t need to... I’m already grown up."

Before he could refuse...

...Javier Sinclair had already scooped him up and lifted him high into the air. "You’re my son. Of course your father is going to hold you."

His feet left the ground as he was suddenly lifted high. He could now see higher and farther.

In that instant, Aaron Sinclair’s mind went blank, unable to process what was happening. It was the first time anyone had ever lifted him so high. He used to envy other children who were lifted up by their fathers, and now, it turned out he had a father who would do that for him too.

’My own father is holding me and lifting me up high?’

Instantly, Aaron Sinclair’s face flushed red.

"Father... put me down. I’m not a little kid anymore."

"Haha, you’re getting shy, you little rascal." Javier Sinclair laughed. "You’re still small. You’re only eight years old, just a little taller than others your age. You’ve still got many years before you’re grown up."

Aaron Sinclair lowered his head slightly.

He could see his parents’ smiling eyes.

The corners of his lips curved up slightly, and an irrepressible smile spread across his face.

Celeste Grant looked at the father and son. ’Our family is finally reunited now, isn’t it?’

"Alright, put our son down for now. We have important things to discuss."

Javier Sinclair gently set him down.

Just then, Aaron Sinclair looked around the courtyard and asked.

"Is this our home?"

Celeste Grant held up two fingers and shook her head slightly.

"Yes and no..."

It was Javier Sinclair, standing beside him, who spoke up. "This is just a temporary villa for us to stay in while we’re in Emberfall. Our home is in Atheria." ’Of course, the home in Atheria is also temporary,’ but he didn’t say that part out loud.

Aaron Sinclair froze.

"Atheria."

Celeste Grant nodded slightly.

She glanced at Javier Sinclair and said, "Your father is the Warden of the North, and your uncle is the current Emperor. Where else would our home be if not in Atheria?"

This identity was one Javier Sinclair had fabricated.

As her words fell...

...the reality of it hit Aaron Sinclair. His eyes went wide, and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "The Warden of the North?" he mumbled, his gaze shifting to his father. "My father is the Warden of the North?"

The Warden of the North.

The moment the title was mentioned...

...something clicked in Aaron Sinclair’s mind.

He didn’t know much about the Warden of the North, only that he was the current Emperor’s biological younger brother and that the entire northern region was his fiefdom. The Warden of the North held military power and was a Prince with true authority.

He subconsciously thought of a dangerous concept.

A subject whose merit threatens the throne.

’Could that be why Mom and Dad were being hunted back then?’

Javier Sinclair glanced at him.

"Does this prince not look the part?"

He said this without the slightest hesitation.

’I am a Prince now. That’s right.’