Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 689

The memory hit him with the force of a hurricane. With trembling hands, he opened the letter.

Cynthia had written:

[I told The Village Headman to give this to the first person who came to visit me. I wasn't sure it would be you, but I hoped it was.

I spent my life waiting for you, but I also loved myself. Looking back, I have no regrets. My only guilt, my only lingering worry, is my little Vivienne.

Because of my stubbornness, I had Arthur. He eased my loneliness, but he died too young, leaving his daughter to wither in obscurity. I cannot rest in peace knowing this.

If this is indeed you reading this... can we renew our Six-Year Promise?

Take care of my Vivienne. Let it be the payment for the bowl of sweet syrup under the camellia tree.

Cory, the theaters are dark now. People don't care for operas anymore. But some of us remain trapped in the play until the very end. I don't want a rainy day in Vindrell City to keep you trapped forever either.]

Cory was his childhood nickname, known only to those closest to him.

Though in his twilight years, the ruthless Patriarch wept like a child.

The old man told him Cynthia had raised her son alone. Arthur Lexton had died fighting in the Merriton City campaign—the exact same battle that had claimed Sebastian Ravenshire.

For six years after Caspian had left, Cynthia endured the vicious town gossip. She held on until the news of his wedding broke, shattering her completely.

It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to be with him. But the old saying held true: A wife by proposal, a mistress by elopement. She had been the lead actress; her pride was forged in iron. She refused to bend for anyone.

But for her Vivienne, she finally bowed her head.

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Vivienne's eyes were red. "So that's how it was."

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