The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Could That Name Be Her?

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At that moment, Alessia barely had the breath to soothe her daughter’s hysterics; her own mind was a churning storm of disbelief.

She truly couldn’t figure out how the name of that stepdaughter she’d treated like literal trash could be linked to the Kingdom’s most dazzling War God.

Still, she forced her composure back into place, her voice chillingly level. “There are countless people with that name, Hannah. How can you be sure it’s her? You said it yourself- she only has D–level mental power. How could someone like that ever be the perfect match for an SSS–level mental power holder?”

Those words were meant to comfort Hannah and to reassure Alessia herself.

Her hatred for Elizabeth and Elizabeth’s mother went much deeper and lasted longer than Hannah’s ever had.

Were it not for those two, she wouldn’t have spent years being whispered about as the mistress who clawed her way to the top, and Hannah wouldn’t have been branded with the stigma of a bastard.

Hannah seized onto those words like a lifeline, nodding frantically. “Right… right! It can’t be her. It’s impossible!”

But the shadow of doubt still hung heavy between them. A shared name was one thing, but a shared name and a shared birthday? The odds were infinitesimal.

Alessia stared at her still–dazed daughter and asked coldly, “Well? Do you still think I was just overreacting?”

Hannah stiffened as the memory rushed back. She remembered that shortly after Elizabeth’s exile, her mother had secretly dispatched a hired hand to finish her off.

At the time, Hannah had thought it was excessive. But her mother had only offered a bone- chilling warning: “If an exile matches with an SSS–level mental power holder and manages to secure a marriage bond, they can receive a pardon.”

Back then, Hannah had dismissed it as a fairy tale–an impossibility. But now…

She hurriedly grabbed Alessia’s arm, panic tightening her voice. “Mom, did the person you sent get the job done?”

If the hit had been successful, then there was no way the name on that announcement was her.

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Alessia was just about to answer when the sound of footsteps approached. The next second, Benjamin Schofield and Zachary Knight walked in one after the other.

Mother and daughter cut their conversation short instantly, their faces snapping into identical masks of gentle grace.

“Oh, Zachary, you’re here!” Alessia greeted him warmly, stepping forward to smoothly take Benjamin’s coat. Her voice was syrupy and flawless. “Hannah was just complaining that you hadn’t come to see her in days.”

Zachary immediately donned a flawless smile, his tone the picture of respect. “You’re teasing me, Auntie. As soon as I cleared my schedule, I came straight here to pick Hannah up for school.”

When his gaze met Hannah’s, that polished, formulaic smile stiffened just for a split second.

A trace of conflicted avoidance flickered behind his eyes, but it vanished so quickly it seemed like a trick of the light.

Hannah forced down the homicidal rage and panic churning inside her, stepping closer to affectionately loop her arm through his. “Zach, if you’re busy, you really don’t have to worry about me. I can get to school myself,” she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll always make time for you,” Zachary said, offering a patronizing pat on her head. His eyes were full of staged indulgence.

Meanwhile, Alessia sat beside Benjamin, her voice dropping into a low, concerned murmur. “Didn’t you have a board meeting this afternoon You’re back much earlier than expected.”

Benjamin was visibly preoccupied. “Something came up,” he muttered vaguely. “So I decided to head back early.”

After a few beats of strained small talk, a heavy silence settled over the room.

Finally, it was Hannah who cracked first.

She turned to her father, her voice trembling with a careful mix of worry and disbelief. “Dad… that name. Could it really be… her?”

Everyone turned to Benjamin.

He shook his head slowly. “Kingdom Genetic Registry only published the names and the compatibility rate. Nothing more. If we want answers, we have no choice but to wait three days.”

Perfect genetic matches were required to report to the Kingdom Central Sector Marriage Registration Bureau within three days, whether they consented or not.

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Chapter 4 Could That Name Be Her?

Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he lapsed into a heavy silence.

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He was already running a cold cost–benefit analysis in his head. If it really was Elizabeth…

That was the Hewitts–the absolute apex of kingdom power.

If he could leverage that connection, the opportunities for the Schofield family would be limitless.

In that case, welcoming back Elizabeth wouldn’t be shameful at all.

Family interest, after all, always outweighed personal spite.

Hannah caught the subtle shift in her father’s demeanor instantly. She turned to Zachary, her eyes wide with feigned concern. “Zach, maybe we should go and see for ourselves when the time comes. If it really is Eliza… well, we should be there to back her up, shouldn’t we?”

Her words were a masterpiece of sisterly devotion, but the way her fingernails dug into Zachary’s arm betrayed her desperate, probing anxiety.

Zachary’s expression soured. A surge of inexplicable rage tightened his chest.

Elizabeth… the woman who had once lived for his approval, obeying his every whim. Even after he’d discarded her and left her to become a high–society laughingstock, he still viewed her as a piece of property–outdated and cast aside, yet still his.

And now, she might climb her way up to someone like Cristian Hewitt?

A toxic mix of possessiveness and wounded pride flared within him.

His voice carried a sharp, bitter edge when he finally spoke. “It’s likely a mistake. Her mental power is far too low. Someone like that… matching with General Hewitt? It’s impossible.”

He attempted to deny it with logic, but the bitter resentment bleeding through his voice was unmistakable.

“Oh, we should get going, or we’ll be late,” Hannah interjected, her sharp instincts catching the strange, jagged edge in his tone. Her eyes darkened for a fleeting second before she smoothed her expression back into a mask of sweet understanding. “Zach, sit for a bit. I’ll be right back after a quick change.”

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