All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

The Queen sighed and leaned back in her chair, as though she had aged ten years in an instant. "I originally planned to keep Isolde and use her to negotiate with those behind Faranthia, in exchange for peace, or to use Rebirth to secure support from Ydoria. Now Zandia has sent word again, proposing marriage once more and issuing threats…"She looked at Claudia with a complicated expression. "If you don't marry, he will fully support Faranthia."Faranthia already had backing from powerful forces behind the scenes and held the advantage. If Zandia also committed its full support, they could destroy Karsden without resistance.The country would fall. The royal family would perish.Claudia let out a low, furious growl. "This is exploiting chaos for profit!""Claudia, I taught you long ago that a soft heart will cost you blood and tears."Claudia's fingers curled into tight fists, her nails biting into her palms until blood welled and dripped. The humiliation struck her like thunder,

Isolde sighed. "But since they possess such extraordinary medical skills—capable of bringing the dead back to life and regenerating flesh and bone—if they stepped out of hiding, how many people in the world could they help? Those tormented by terminal illness, those who live in constant pain due to disability or injury…"The world's medical standards might advance by hundreds, even thousands, of years because of them. What a pity…"A hidden family that had existed for centuries must have its own reasons and strict rules for remaining concealed. Asking them to emerge would be no different from indulging in fantasy.Bruce's eyes darkened slightly. For ordinary people, such hidden great families might be something they never heard about in their entire lives. Even if they did, it would hardly affect them in any meaningful way.But for someone at his level, it was difficult to say whether such legendary existences were a blessing or a curse."Even without them, the world is still adva

Isolde shot up from the bed, anger surging. "That's despicable! Why didn't you tell me earlier? We start work tomorrow!"After hanging up, she immediately opened an app and booked a flight for that night.As she stared at the ticket confirmation, her anger slowly gave way to reason.In five hours, she would be flying to Preta, leaving Bruce behind.She had not discussed it with him. She had not even told him. She did not dare imagine the look of disappointment on his face when he found out.A faint ache spread through her chest.…After washing up, Isolde changed into comfortable home clothes and walked toward the study.The door stood slightly ajar. Bruce's low, steady voice drifted from inside.She nudged the door open and peered inside.Sunlight filled the study. Bruce sat behind a large desk, with a dark bookshelf spanning the wall behind him. The glow of the computer screen highlighted the sharp lines of his profile, his high nose bridge and set jaw lending him a cold, b

"Tonight, I'm going to—""Prince!" Bruce's assistant, James, rushed in. "The guests have all arrived, and everything is ready for the gala—"He caught sight of the scene before him and stopped short.His scalp prickled. He spun around in a panic, words tumbling out. "I-I didn't see anything! I-I wasn't here!"With that, he bolted as if for his life.Isolde flushed. She reached up to straighten Bruce's rumpled collar and tie. "You're going to a gala tonight?"It was no wonder he was dressed so formally.Bruce nodded. He took her small, busy hand and enclosed it in his palm. "The return gala I prepared for you.""For me?" Isolde blinked, startled."To celebrate your full recovery," he said. "The queen's return."Isolde stilled. Then understanding broke over her, and a hot surge filled her chest.Word had already spread through the industry that her hand injury had been so severe it might leave her disabled.Who knew how many competitors watched from the shadows, how many wond

"You're too good. How can you be this good?" Isolde said emotionally.Bruce tightened his arms and drew her closer, his chin brushing the top of her head as a satisfied smile deepened in his eyes. "As long as you like it.""Waaah, I'm dying of envy!" Joan covered her face in exaggerated despair from the side. "Envious of people with good husbands. Those of us without one can only cross the ocean and leave our hometowns!"The other colleagues joined in the teasing and laughter.The tips of Isolde's ears burned. She lifted her head from Bruce's chest, embarrassed.Bruce raised an eyebrow, glanced at Joan and the crowd, and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Five times the year-end bonus."The room fell silent for a second. Then an even louder cheer erupted."Long live Prince! Long live Ms. Vancrest!""I love Southbridge! I love the new base!""What is a foreign land? I was born a Southbridge man, and I'll die a Southbridge soul!"…The smile in Bruce's eyes deepened as he held Isold