All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

Oscar looked in the direction Sirius had indicated.Boreas Murdock was a strikingly handsome man. The first time Oscar had heard the name, he had assumed Boreas was a woman.Then he met him in person.After spending any amount of time with him, Oscar decided that Boreas was more particular than most women he knew.The man's quirks seemed endless. He wouldn't drink from a cup someone else had used. He avoided other people's belongings whenever possible. His clothes couldn't carry so much as a speck of dust, and if they did, he would disappear and return in a fresh set before anyone had quite noticed.In Oscar's words, the man was a complete handful. They had entered the Archon selection of the Draconox Order together as part of the same cohort. Of that entire group, only the two of them had survived.The standard was a single survivor. You entered the Dragon Abyss, killed your true dragon, and emerged alive. The survivors then competed against one another, and the strongest became

"I heard the carving was found in your adoptive father's room. Aren't you worried he might be the one who slipped through?" Boreas watched Oscar with a faint smile. "If that's the case, the problem is far more serious."Oscar met his gaze, his eyes devoid of warmth. "If it is, then my entire life may have been directed by someone else. Even becoming the Draconox Archon could have been arranged. If someone is operating on that level, what preparations has Draconox made?"Boreas lowered his gaze. "I've issued a warrant. Arthur is being hunted throughout the northern regions, and his daughters are under close surveillance."Oscar nodded once. "I have no affection for them. But until the truth is confirmed, I'd prefer they remain unharmed.""Of course. On another note, how does one initiate vitalis reversal? Walk me through it."…Oscar left Boreas's residence late that night.After teaching him the vitalis reversal method, something he had only been vaguely aware of before returned

Clara brought a lunchbox to the hospital to check on Amara.Evening had arrived, and she still had not woken up. At least the others had found a place to stay.The desperation of the previous night was behind them. Clara could finally think more carefully about what kind of work might actually suit her."Amara, please wake up. We took stock of everything we're carrying. It adds up to nearly 200,000 dollars."Give it to me, and I'll spend it on quality brushes and paint. Give it to Diana, and she'll stock the medicine cabinet. Give it to Giana, and she'll stare at it for inspiration. Give it to Hilda, and she'll buy a camera she's convinced is the best on the market. We need you to tell us where to focus our efforts."She kept talking in a quiet voice, speaking at length.Amara's eyes remained closed, but every so often, her pupils shifted beneath her eyelids.The doctor had explained it. She was fighting something within her own mind. Once it was resolved, she would wake up. If

Clara had slept at the hospital, fully dressed, on a bench beside the bed. When she woke, she felt unexpectedly clear-headed, rested in a way she had not thought possible.They had something in reserve now. Even with Amara still unconscious, this was only a temporary problem.Everything was temporary. It would pass.The night before, at the guesthouse, had been different. She had been surrounded by the people closest to her, lying in a real bed, yet she had found no peace. None of them had known what tomorrow would bring.The family had fallen, and they had not yet learned how to navigate a world that no longer had a place for them.Today, she still did not have all the answers. But she knew they possessed nearly two hundred thousand dollars' worth of items that could be converted into cash at any time, and that was enough.She stretched, savoring the release through her muscles, then stood to find something for Amara to eat.Her phone rang."Morning, Diana."She even managed

The silence stretched on.Identifying the problem was simple. Committing to an answer wasn't.Each of them understood exactly what Oscar had done for the family. He had treated them fairly and fulfilled every obligation. But he was no longer part of the family, and the divide between him and them had grown too wide.What they wanted was for Amara to return to them whole. Amara's feelings toward Oscar had never been ambiguous. She held him in contempt.The only real question was whether to follow that course or try to change it. If they followed it, Amara would wake up as the same woman she had always been. Any relationship with Oscar would be beyond repair, likely for the rest of her life. But she would still be Amara, and they could move forward together toward a future that might or might not lead somewhere.If they went against it, Amara might wake up burdened with guilt toward Oscar instead. That was not who she was.Even if she accepted it, even if she admitted she had been