Two Reborn, One Throne novel Chapter 62

Lucian slept incredibly well today. After spending fifty bucks on a massive takeout feast last night, he went to sleep with the AC blasting. It felt amazing.

He was a bit frustrated. If he hadn't been reborn, he would be holding a million-dollar glass of wine right now, eating premium seafood, living in a mansion, and enjoying the high life.

Now that he had to relive his past, he had to endure this rough patch for a little longer. It wasn't a huge deal. As long as he could be with Joanne, he just had to wait twenty-five days until he was completely free.

He could take Joanne wherever she wanted, spend as much money on her as he pleased, and give her everything he never gave Amber.

Thinking of this, he grabbed his phone from under his pillow to call Joanne and wish her a good morning, ready to tell her how much he missed her. Before he could dial, he heard the front door unlocking. He frowned. His mom was in the hospital, and the only people with the keys to this apartment were him, his mom, and Arthur's family.

Who was coming over on a weekend?

Was Amber finally backing down, coming over to clean and cook for him?

He scoffed. She really had no shame, trying this hard to win him back.

Of course, it could also be Arthur.

Lucian threw off the covers, ready to unleash a sarcastic remark. Whether it was Amber or Arthur, he held nothing but disdain for them. Naturally, if they insisted on shamelessly serving him, he would accept it—but only on his terms.

However—

As soon as the door opened, his smug smirk vanished. It was Grace, and she immediately started screaming at him. "Lucian, did we get robbed?! I was gone for three days and you turned the place into a pigsty! You've been ordering takeout? You haven't even washed the clothes piled in the bathroom? Arthur, am I in the wrong apartment?"

Grace couldn't believe her eyes. She had just successfully manipulated Arthur into ditching that hussy to follow her to the grocery store, only to walk into an indescribable stench.

She opened the door to find her prized two-bedroom apartment—usually a pristine symbol of her modest elegance—smelling like a literal garbage dump.

The vintage coffee table she bought at the flea market last year, the one she barely let warm mugs touch, was currently overflowing with greasy takeout containers from last night. The floor tiles were slick with oil, and the washcloth Lucian had left soaking in the bathroom sink days ago was now a breeding ground for mosquitoes. His dirty clothes were strewn all over the floor.

Was this really her apartment?

Ah!!!

Grace was having a breakdown.

She knew she had raised her son to be pampered, expecting everything to be handed to him on a silver platter, but she never imagined someone could be this lazy.

Wait, didn't Arthur say Amber was already helping out at the diner? Why hadn't she cleaned the apartment? Even if her son refused to apologize to Amber, what about Arthur?

During her days in the hospital, her son was literally eating trash and living in a dumpster!

Arthur was equally shocked.

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