All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

"I have to still be dreaming. There is no other explanation for any of this."Freya considered slipping back into the dream, back to that other place.Then she thought of the yellow dragon that had invaded her mind. It looked nothing like this. It was enormous, overwhelming, bearing down on her entire dream world with the weight of something ancient and furious."No. I'm not going back there." She gave her small body a shake, launched herself into the air, and looped around the room.Then something felt off. She slowed to a stop.This was the Chamberlain villa. Why did it look like a dump?She drifted from room to room. Every one of them had been reduced to a wreck. Only Arthur's room remained untouched, with everything exactly where it belonged.A quiet panic tightened in her chest."Where are my sisters? Where is everyone?"Anyone who had seen her on stage would have thought she was composed, cool, and untouchable. In private, she had always been the most dependent of them all

"You know how it is. A person's life might stretch to 70 or 80 years, but the moments that truly matter, the ones that stay with you, are only a handful."Your brother was an Archon of the Draconox Order. Everything he did during those years was witnessed. It meant something. His life was short, yes, but he lived more fully than most people do in eighty years."Rebecca cried even harder. Celeste's words sounded exactly like something someone would say at a funeral. Was Oscar really beyond saving?Neither of them noticed what clung to the ceiling just outside the emergency room doors. A small yellow dragon hung there, watching.'Oscar is a Draconox Archon? He has a terminal illness? He's not going to live past 25?' Freya could not make sense of it. 'When did any of this happen? Before he was driven out of the family? Or after?'It had to be after. While he had been living with them, he had been full of energy. He had never shown a single sign that anything was wrong. He could not h

Freya had only ever seen markings like that on elderly people. They called them age spots. As the skin's metabolism slowed, melanin settled near the surface.Oscar was only eighteen years old. How could his metabolism already be doing that?She did not realize she was crying until a tear slipped down her cheek and landed on the surgeon's hands."Wipe my face. Can't you see I'm sweating?"The attending surgeon assumed it was his own perspiration and barked at the nearest assistant, who hurried over to dab his forehead.Then he looked back at the wound. "Wait. Is this the suture line I just placed?"He frowned. If he remembered correctly, the tissue margins had been badly compromised. The exposed edges had turned necrotic, the kind of damage that made precise alignment almost impossible.He had been forced to separate viable tissue from dead tissue because stitching dead tissue to living tissue would only lead to rejection and prevent healing.However, the wound in front of him n

It was the kind of disappointment that came from watching someone throw away a promising future for something insignificant.However, Oscar had never regretted it. He had gone to that place for the Chamberlain family's sake. Everything he had done had been for them.And then they threw him out.Every good memory he treasured revolved around that family. They had reached in and shattered every one of them with their own hands.'I'm sorry, Father. I never wanted to treat them the way I did.'He did not notice when the tears began to fall. There was still so much left undone. His father's body had never been recovered.He still did not know whether Arthur was alive or dead. And he had no idea how the sisters were getting by.He had stopped himself from looking because he was afraid of what he might discover. Afraid that if he learned they were suffering, he would not be able to hold the line.He had never wanted to do what he did to them. But people did not always have a choice. W

Oscar hesitated before he finally asked, "Do you know me?"Freya started to nod, then caught herself and shook her head instead. If she were still Freya, she would have nodded. But looking like this?"Where did you come from?" Oscar pressed.She stared back at him with wide, unblinking eyes and said nothing.After all, what could anyone read from a dragon's eyes? If Oscar could figure it out, she would let him.Oscar studied her for a moment, then let the question drop and fell into thought. He needed to keep this dragon close. Whatever she was doing was suppressing the transformation in his arm.The explanation made sense. Among dragons, the hierarchy was absolute.A lower-ranking dragon instinctively submitted in the presence of a higher-ranking one. It had no choice.The corrupted dragon force inside him belonged to the lowest tier. Obsidian Dragons ranked beneath every true dragon bloodline. Only the original progenitor of their kind stood on equal footing with the pure blo