My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace
CHAPTER 423

Chapter 423

“Ori, can you understand what Grandpa is saying?”

He nodded, and Theodore hugged him tightly with a mixture of heartache and relief. “It’s okay, as long as you’re okay, that’s what

matters.”

“Listen, child, Grandpa will definitely avenge you. Those who have harmed you, I will make them pay back a hundredfold!”

“How about you stay with Grandpa from now on? I’ll give you the best of everything and spend my entire life to make it up to you.”

“You just woke up, you must be thirsty and hungry, right? Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll have someone prepare it for you.”

After talking for a while and getting no response, Theodore handed him a pen and paper.

“If you still don’t want to talk, you can write it down on paper, would that be okay?”

Orion took the pen and paper but instead of writing anything, he drew a cute, delicate little girl as if she stepped straight right out of a comic book.

In the southem areas of Crestwood, at Serenity Oaks Estates.

When Oliver appeared at the Nightshade residence, holding the hand of Xanthea, who had a dirty face and was covered in dust, everyone was taken aback.

“What happened to you two? Oliver, Xan, you look like you’ve just escaped from a coal mine!”

“Xan, why have you changed your skin color?”

“Xan, who did this to you?!”

Ethan and Samuel rushed over, asking her with concern.

Xanthea, with her innocent amber eyes rolling around, glanced up at her uncle with some fear.

Oliver, who had been holding back his anger all the way home, ready to scold Xanthea, felt her little hand tugging at his palm. Xanthea proudly told their family, “Dad, Mom, Uncle is a big hero!”

Oliver. “?”

“Ethan, Samuel, I love and admire Uncle the most!!”

Oliver’s anger was easily dissipated by her affectionate gestures and kind words.

With a mix of helplessness and fondness, Oliver wiped her soot–stained face. “My naughty little kitten, don’t you pull something like this again, or Uncle will have to spank you!”

“Okay!”

“Remember, always ensure your own safety first before trying to save others. Make sure you have the strength to do it.”

“Okay!”

At night, Xanthea lay in her princess canopy bed, clutching her Kitty cat plushie, blinking at the glittering stars outside, wondering about the boy from the fire. Was he awake? Did his wounds still hurt?

Under the same starry sky, Orion clutched a Swiss Army knife, imagining the soft and adorable face of his little angel, and drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, his parents held hands and walked away from him. No matter how hard he chased, he couldn’t catch up, and eventually collapsed on the ground.

“Ha ha, keep running, see if you can escape.”

Katherine approached him with a torch in hand, laughing like a hideous demon, threatening to burn him alive.

He cried out in fear, but no one heard him. Just as the torch was about to be thrown, a little angel suddenly descended from the heavens, stabbed the demon with a knife, and smiled as she extended her hand to him.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here to save you.”

Thank you, thank you.

For the first time, he tried so hard to make a sound, afraid that the little angel run away if she didn’t hear him. But she didn’t care, holding his hand and joyfully playing and chasing under the sunlight.

Theodore, worried about his grandson having nightmares, quietly entered his room in the middle of the night. He saw his grandson’s slight smile and peaceful sleeping face, as if he was having a sweet dream, looking just like when he was drawing during the day.