Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 592

Chapter 592 

Demetrius sighed and said, “When I was 18, my parents were killed in a car accident orchestrated by their enemies. I was the only survivor, but my legs were paralyzed. I can never walk agai 

He continued. “For years, Yvette has been researching cell regeneration drugs, hoping that I could be cured through surgery. the nerves in my legs are completely damaged. Even though she said the chance of success is 80 percent if she does the surgery herself, I don’t dare to take that risk. I’m a coward 

His tone did not waver as though he were recounting someone’s story. Yet, Jeremiah noticed that Demetrius‘ hands were slightly clenched on the wheelchair, his grip tense. His gaze was thoughtful. 

“You’re not a coward, Jeremiah said softly. “You’re just afraid Yvette will blame herself if the surgery fails. It must have been hard for you when she spent her year in the Colosseum.” 

Demetrius froze. The mention of that year brought back memories he had tried to suppress. Yvette had been so young then. Despite her extraordinary talent and physical strength, she was still just a child. 

How did she survive that lawless place where death and brutality reigned?‘ he wondered. He recalled waking from nightmares almost every night–blood–soaked dreams that only stopped when Yvette finally returned from Afria. 

Alice’s fate was not Yvette’s fault. It was his. He had provoked the wrong man, and Alice had paid the price. Yet, Yvette took all the blame to protect him from the guilt, punishing herself instead. 

He mused, ‘She’s so young, yet she has thrown herself into the hellish world to protect my fragile pride, to give me some semblance of peace, even if it’s only a sliver 

Demetrius‘ eyes reddened as he said, “Yvette has always been more mature than her peers. I don’t know what happened before she turned four, but after that, we relied on each other. The three of us became each other’s lifelines. 

“But when I look back, what right do 1 have to say this? Yvette was always the one who protected Alice and me. looked tired or in pain. Anyone she trusted would get her protection, yet no one thought to protect her.” 

She never 

Demetrius‘ voice grew colder, tinged with profound heartache, as he said, “No one truly knows how much she has endured- how many wounds, both great and small, she has suffered. 

“I’ve witnessed her paralyzed by a strange internal energy. The pain was so intense that she couldn’t even move a little finger She lay on the ice for hours to suppress it. Even then, she never cried or complained. 

“She said, “The path you choose is yours, and your destiny is in your hands: Can you imagine? A little girl lying on the ice. unable to move, struggling with every step she took–yet still refusing help?” 

By now, Demetrius‘ voice was thick with emotion. It was said that men only wept when the pain was deep, and the memory of Yvette’s hardships brought almost unbearable grief. 

Jeremiah’s expression darkened with every word as he stood beside Demetrius. He could picture Yvette’s indifferent expression whenever she spoke of her past, 

A child born with such strong ancient combat power had no choice but to rely on herself, or the world would have crushed 

her. 

Jeremiah’s voice was steady but heavy with emotion. “From the day she was born, Yvette was destined for greatness. I wasn’t there to walk her path with her, but from now on, I will be.” 

The past was behind them, and Yvette did not need anyone’s pity. The future lay ahead, and Jeremiah knew his role–his job was to protect her. 

nemetrius looked at his paralyzed legs, his eyes reddening as he uttered, “I hate these legs. I can’t stand by Yvette’s side or 

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help her. All I can do is make money–a lot of it. Yet Yvette does even need that. I feel useless 

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Demetrius had never shown his vulnerability or his true self to anyone before. However, for the first time, he revealed it to Jeremiah 

Sometimes. Demetrius wondered what it was all for, making all that money. No matter how much he had, if Yvette did not want it. It was meaningless. 

Jeremiah caught the flicker of confusion in Demetrius‘ eyes, and his lips curved into a reassuring smile. 

His voice became firm and almost commanding as he said, “Yvette may not need your wealth, but you do. So pull yourself together. Your job is to spend your life working and carning money for her.” 

Demetrius blinked, taken aback by Jeremiah’s bluntness. However, he realized Jeremiah was not insulting him but giving him a purpose. 

He thought, Jeremiah is right. My life belongs to Yvette. I need to earn enough money that even if Yvette wants to throw it way just for fun, she will never run out. That is my purpose. 

Weakness is not an option. If I falter, my vulnerability could one day become a weapon wielded by others against Yvette! 

Demetrius said softly, “Jeremiah, I hope we can both protect Yvette in our own way. I ask for nothing more in this life than for her to be happy, year after year.”