Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 25

Dorian finally let out a breath of relief. He pushed himself up from the ground. “Dad, please wait a moment.” He then limped out of the courtyard.

The young man in the garden was still admiring the flowers. Dorian went over and said a few words to him, and only then did the boy look up toward the gazebo with a hint of pleasant surprise.

His eyes were clear and bright, possessing a clean purity unique to youth. Caspian lowered his gaze, silently rubbing his cane.

“Dad,” Dorian said, leading Cyril into the gazebo. “This is Cyril.”

Cyril bowed his head respectfully. “Elder Mr. Ravenshire.”

Caspian first glanced at Dorian, then let his gaze fall on Cyril. “Lift your head. Let me see you.”

Cyril looked up, his features handsome and refined.

Caspian’s gaze sharpened slightly, though his tone remained casual. “You look like good stock. From a distance, my old eyes played a trick on me; I thought Alaric had returned.”

Alaric was from the main branch, and of all his grandsons, the old man doted on this legitimate heir the most. To bring up Alaric now was a clear sign that he was very pleased with Cyril.

The stone in Dorian’s heart finally settled. “Dad, does this mean you agree?”

The old man waved his hand. “Not so fast. You go to the meditation room in the back and kneel. I have a few questions I need to ask him.”

Dorian’s expression faltered. He gave Cyril an awkward glance, but since the old man had spoken, he didn’t dare disobey. He gave Cyril’s shoulder a light pat before leaving the gazebo.

Once Dorian was out of the garden, the old man spoke slowly. “What’s your name?”

“Cyril,” the boy replied, his voice clear and unhurried.

The old man nodded, liking him more and more. “How old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

At that age, he would understand what needed to be understood.

“Did you hear everything your father and I said in the gazebo just now?” Caspian asked.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The answer surprised Cyril.

Caspian quickly composed himself and looked appraisingly at the boy before him. “Well? Have you decided on your answer?”

A scornful smile played on Cyril’s lips. “Do I have any other choice? If I leave Obsidian Estate, I might not even be able to stay alive.”

Caspian shook his head. “The Montclair family may be powerful, but they are not qualified to harm a child of the Ravenshire family. Your father kept you and your mother’s existence well hidden; I only learned of you by investigating the arson case in Merriton City. You are still a child. You should not have to bear the consequences of the adults’ mistakes. So, regardless of your decision today, I will not allow Victoria’s wife to act recklessly.”

Cyril’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“As the saying goes: Never underestimate a man with nothing to lose. I can see that you are different from the other children. If you were to rise to power, your future would be limitless. That is why I must make this pact with you now, before your wings are fully grown.

Of course, I am not unconditionally forcing you to abandon your revenge for the family’s honor. That would be too unfair to you. So, to compensate, I will take you under my wing and raise you personally. As long as you do nothing to harm the family’s interests, the Ravenshire family will be your support. Alternatively, if you still cannot let it go, I will arrange a new identity for you and send you far away from all this conflict. But if, one day, you return for revenge on your own terms, the Ravenshire family will treat you as a sworn enemy and unite to destroy you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Cyril’s eyelids lifted, his clear eyes shimmering as they reflected Caspian’s solemn face.

Just then, an evening breeze swept in from the flower hall, causing the budding Peonielle to gently bow its head.