Chapter 353: Chapter 335: He’s Clearly Left-Handed

It was late June in Kingsford, the beginning of summer, and the sound of cicadas already filled the air.

Sunlight filtered through the lush leaves, forming countless small, irregular circles of light.

Beneath the trees, a few little girls were hopping between these spots of light, as if trying to stomp them out.

Their cheerful laughter was enough to lift anyone’s spirits.

On a bench not far away sat a strange figure wearing a mask and a hat.

Their clothes were also long-sleeved, seemingly covering them from head to toe.

"Senior Sister, here’s your ID!"

Just then, a girl in a tracksuit hurried over, sweat still glistening on her forehead.

Dawn Miles took the ID and looked at it carefully. It had her photo, name, address, and a long string of numbers.

"Senior Sister, with this, you can go in and register for the competition."

Dawn Miles nodded, stood up, and with her hands in her pockets, strolled casually toward the convention center next to them.

Today was the last day to register for the Arcadia Free-Fighting Tournament.

Although Beta Morgan hadn’t forced her to register, and no one had even mentioned it to her, she had a gut feeling that she had to participate in this tournament.

She had previously overheard a conversation between Beta Morgan and that Dr. Warner. It seemed that her participation could prevent something bad from happening.

"Senior Sister, are you really going to compete? Master always warned us not to meddle in worldly affairs. In your current condition, you should return to Sunstone as soon as possible to recuperate..."

"I’ll go back after the tournament."

"Senior Sister, promise me you’ll come back to Sunstone with me as soon as this is over." Leigh Miles stared with her big, round eyes, her lips pouted as she spoke with great seriousness.

It was too dangerous out in the world. Her senior sister was so powerful, yet she had still been ambushed and lost her memories. Worse, Morgan had been grievously injured just looking for her and was still lying in a hospital bed.

Their master was gone; she couldn’t lose her senior sister too.

Dawn Miles reached out and stroked her hair, unable to resist saying, "Don’t worry."

News that Dawn Miles had registered for the Martial King Level of the Arcadia Free-Fighting Tournament quickly reached Zane Lockwood’s ears.

"Hahaha... The Lockwood Family is saved!"

Immediately after, he spoke gravely to the member of the Lockwood Family at the registration office, "Her participation is top secret. I don’t want anyone else knowing about this before the tournament begins."

***

Meanwhile, the Trent Family also received news that Aurora Sinclair had returned safely to Kingsford.

Victor Trent sat in his study, a grim expression on his face as he rolled a string of beads around his wrist. He glanced at his confidant, August Trent, and asked in a low voice, "Still no word from Linden Grant?"

August Trent shook his head. "He’s been out of contact ever since the incident on the ship. It’s suspected he fell into the sea along with Aurora Sinclair."

The beads in Victor Trent’s hand stopped moving. He seemed to be pondering something, then said abruptly, "I’ll be going to Raina’s place tonight."

Raina Young hadn’t seen Victor Trent in a long time, ever since she returned from Niphoria. She was surprised to see him show up that evening.

A pleased expression appeared on Raina Young’s face, and she immediately called for Mama Young to prepare Victor Trent’s favorite dishes.

"Don’t bother, Raina. I have something to discuss with you."

"Is it about Xiao Nan? Is he coming back?"

"No. Do you remember Noelle Young?"

The smile on Raina Young’s face froze. She replied, a bit unnaturally, "Family Head, why bring her up all of a sudden?"

"She has a daughter who returned to Kingsford a few days ago. Don’t you want to meet her? She is, after all, a kinswoman of yours..."

Raina Young’s fingers interlaced, gripping each other tightly as her face turned a little pale.

Mama Young immediately spoke up. "Family Head, my lady is not close with that side of the family. They haven’t been in contact for so many years. To suddenly..."

"That’s precisely why we need to re-establish contact. The Sinclair Family isn’t what it used to be. Now that our Trent Family has just returned to Kingsford, we do need to build some connections. A marriage alliance isn’t out of the question..."

Raina Young’s heart clenched painfully.

The past she had long tried to forget slowly resurfaced in her mind.

...

"Eldest Miss, we are the last of our family. I would never harm you. The Trent Family is incredibly ambitious; sooner or later, they will overturn the entire Young Family. You can’t keep conspiring with a tiger..."

"I am the wife of the Trent Family’s head. You want me to destroy the Trent Family? What are you plotting?"

"I’m not..."

"Noelle Young, who do you think you are? Do you think I, a daughter of the Young Family’s Core Lineage, need you to teach me what to do? And you’d better hand over the Young Family Notes obediently, or don’t blame me for what happens next—"

...

Mama Young saw Raina Young’s body trembling slightly, her eyes filled with vulnerability.

Her heart ached for her, and she said, "Family Head, we were involved in Noelle Young’s death back then. How can you ask my lady to face that child?"

But Victor Trent just smiled. "Don’t worry. Besides us, no one knows it was Raina who tipped them off."

Hearing this, Raina Young felt as if her heart had been seized by a cruel hand. Her face went ashen.

Years ago, to force Victor Trent to divorce Yuri Yamada, she had traded Noelle Young’s whereabouts.

It was also Noelle Young’s fault for being too naive. When she learned that Raina was not living well, she wanted to play the saint and rescue her.

Raina had only needed a small trick to get the Gordons to leak the whereabouts of Noelle’s family of three.

But she never expected that Noelle Young and her husband would lose their lives because of it.

For all these years, she had lived in the shadow of having indirectly caused Noelle Young’s death.

’And now Victor Trent wants me to face Noelle Young’s daughter. Has he even considered my feelings?’

Raina Young’s eyes gradually reddened as tears welled up.

But Victor Trent acted as if he didn’t see it and added, "This Sunday, I’ve arranged with the Vance Family to visit Young Lord Morgan at the Morgan Family residence. You can accompany me."

"Family Head..." Mama Young cried out, her face filled with anger.

But Victor Trent’s face darkened. He looked coolly at Raina Young. "Madam, is this Sunday inconvenient for you?"

Holding back her tears, Raina Young bit her lip and shook her head.

"Then it’s settled. I’ll leave the matter of a gift for our niece to you, Madam."

After Victor Trent left, Raina Young could no longer hold back her tears, and they streamed down her face.

***

Warner Hospital, VIP ward.

Dawn Miles stood at the door, peeking at the man inside the hospital room.

He was looking at a laptop, an IV drip attached to the back of his right hand.

"Come in," he said suddenly in a deep voice, then looked up at her.

Dawn Miles froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and walked in, carrying a small insulated food container.

Alvin Morgan glanced at the container in her hand and said coolly, "Just put it on the side."

"My junior sister said you should drink it while it’s hot."

"Put it here." He pushed his laptop aside, clearing a large space on the overbed table.

Dawn Miles placed the container on the table, glanced at his right hand, then twisted off the lid and poured a small bowl for him.

"Thanks..."

Alvin Morgan awkwardly took the spoon with his left hand and began to drink the soup.

"Let me feed you," Dawn Miles offered.

Alvin Morgan glanced at her and readily handed her the spoon.

Outside the door, Beta Morgan peeked in, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

’His lordship has mastered the art of playing pitiful.’

’He’s clearly left-handed.’

For some reason, Dawn Miles suddenly found the scene very familiar. A fragment of a memory flashed through her mind.

Her hand froze mid-air, and she raised her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Aurora, what’s wrong?"

Dawn Miles looked up at him as a sudden pain shot through her head.

She clutched her head with one hand, gasping lightly.

"Beta Morgan—"

Beta Morgan, who was at the door, rushed in.

"Aurora, is your head hurting?"

At that moment, Dawn Miles was still clutching her head, her eyes staring blankly at Alvin Morgan, her pupils seeming to contract for an instant.

"Aurora, what’s wrong with you? Let Mr. Beta take a look..."

But Dawn Miles, her face pale, uttered a single word:

"Morgan..."