The room was heavy with silence as Isabella held onto Adrian, her arms locked around him as if she feared he might disappear if she let go.
Her face was buried in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt, and all the fear she had carried for what seemed like an eternity melted away in that single embrace.
Her trembling hands gripped him tightly, her body trembling as she sobbed into his shoulder.
The token of the Goddess of Fate, now resting quietly in Adrian's hand, glowed faintly, its divine aura comforting, like a beacon of reassurance that no words could fully convey.
Isabella didn't need to understand every nuance of Adrian's journey—just knowing that he was fine was enough for her.
Behind them, the others who had entered the room stood quietly, watching the scene unfold. No one dared interrupt the moment.
For so long, Isabella had been carrying the weight of guilt, believing she was somehow responsible for Adrian's condition. Now that they knew he was safe, their own hearts, too, felt a wave of relief.
Sophia, who stood slightly to the side, observed her brother in silence. Her sharp, calculating eyes softened as she gazed at the token of the Goddess.
So, that's why he's changed. It was the intervention of a higher power—the Goddess of Fate. She felt sad at the thought that she had not been the one to drive the change.
A flicker of sadness passed through her chest, a fleeting thought she quickly buried. It wasn't her who had been the reason for Adrian's change.
She wasn't the one who had inspired him to become this stronger, more determined person. But Sophia pushed those thoughts aside.
Her brother was alive and well, and that was all that mattered.
She couldn't help but feel proud, and something else too—a warmth she rarely allowed herself to feel. It made her heart flutter in a way she hadn't expected.
"I'm glad… I'm glad you've become the man you should be", Adrian, she thought, watching him with a mixture of admiration and relief.
Isabella finally pulled back just a little, her arms still clinging to Adrian as if she were afraid he might vanish.
Her tear-streaked face looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "Oh, Adrian… You've been through so much, haven't you?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Adrian, feeling the weight of his mother's sorrow, brushed a strand of her hair away from her face.
There was a rare gentleness in his touch as he wiped away her tears with his thumb. His heart ached to see her , so vulnerable and broken.
He had never seen his mother broke down —at least, not in front of him.
"Mom," he said softly, his voice full of warmth, "I'm fine now. I promise. You don't have to cry anymore."
But Isabella shook her head, gripping his arm tighter. "I thought I lost you…" she whispered, her voice breaking again. "I blamed myself for everything. I thought… I thought it was my fault…" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⁂fire.net
Adrian's chest tightened at her words. He understood now. She had been carrying this guilt all alone, convinced that she was responsible for his suffering.
He cupped her face gently, his eyes filled with both love and a tinge of sadness.
"Mother," he whispered, his voice steady but laced with tenderness, "it wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself."
Her lips trembled as she stared at him, more tears slipping down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to protest, but Adrian cut her off, his thumb brushing softly across her cheek.
"You've been worrying about me this whole time, haven't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You probably haven't eaten properly for days."
Isabella blinked, her breath catching as the truth of his words hit her. She hadn't been taking care of herself. She had been too wrapped up in fear and guilt to even think about eating or resting.
"Come on, Mom," Adrian said, offering her a soft smile. "Let's go eat together. I'm fine now, and I want to spend time with you. Just the two of us."
Isabella hesitated for a moment, but seeing the sincerity in her son's eyes, she nodded slowly, still clutching him as if she feared he would slip away. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Okay…"
Adrian turned his gaze to the other women in the room, all of whom had been quietly watching the exchange.
There was a mixture of emotions in their eyes, concern, relief and slight jealousy.
"I'm sorry, everyone," Adrian said, his voice sincere as he addressed them. "I know you've all been worried too, and I'll make it up to each of you. But right now, I need some time alone with my mother."
Though jealousy flickered in the eyes of a few, they all nodded in understanding. Isabella was precious to them too, and seeing her had been hard for all of them.
Sophia, being the first to speak, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, though there was a faint smile on her lips.
"Just don't think you're off the hook, brother," she teased lightly, though her tone carried an edge of truth. "You'll have to console me after you're done with Mom."
Adrian couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Of course, my dear big sister. I wouldn't forget."
Seraphina, who rarely spoke in such intimate moments, stepped forward with a soft smile, her violet eyes gleaming.
"I will be waiting for my turn as well, dear nephew," she said, her voice gentle but firm. Though she often played the role of silent observer, her affection for Adrian was no less deep.
Eve, standing by the door with her arms folded, nodded her agreement. "I'm glad you're alright, Adrian. But don't forget about the rest of us." She smiled faintly, though there was a clear affection in her gaze.
Chris, who had been quietly wiping tears from her eyes, stepped forward, her face still tear-streaked but full of warmth.
"I'm so glad you're okay," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I'll wait my turn too, so don't worry. I'll be patient."
Rosalyn stood off to the side, her eyes brimming with concern and something deeper—an unspoken longing.
She didn't say anything, but her expression said enough. Adrian knew exactly what she wanted without her having to voice it.
Adrian smiled at each of them in turn, grateful for their support.
He knew how much they cared for him, how much they had worried, and he was determined to show them just how much they meant to him.