The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 754

Chapter 754: Don’t Hurt My Brother

"I’m heading out with Aaron to inspect some areas," Arthur said, not wanting to further irritate his friend. "You Ahren siblings can go ahead and trouble Lucian now."

"Don’t worry about us," Rowan replied with a grin. "We’re planning to visit the market. Besides, after embarrassing herself, I’m sure my dear sister won’t want to face that black head anytime soon."

Erin frowned at his comment. "Don’t forget, you’re all the reason I embarrassed myself in the first place." She shot a pointed look at Arthur and Aaron. "And I know my brothers aren’t the only culprits."

Arthur immediately turned to Aaron. "Don’t you think we’re getting late?"

Aaron simply hummed in agreement, and the two quickly left the room.

Before Erin could protest further, Rowan slipped an arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the door. "Come on, let’s go shop for something nice. I know my sister loves shopping."

Erin sighed but relented, letting her brother dodge her scolding. Rafal silently followed them as they left.

The siblings arrived at the market, which reminded Erin of the capital’s bustling streets, though the goods here reflected the distinct culture of the northeast, with unique wares and crafts displayed for sale.

"What do you want to buy?" Rowan asked as they wandered through the lively streets.

"Let’s start by getting something for our parents," Erin said thoughtfully. "Then for Brother Euron, my sister-in-law, and... their baby as well."

After a few hours, they finished shopping, had something to eat, and returned to the Wynters’ estate. As Erin was staying at the Rainiers’, she left her brothers at the Wynters’ and headed back. It was nearly evening by the time she arrived.

When she stepped out of the carriage, the servants around her bowed deeply, as they always had. But today, something felt different. Their gestures seemed more respectful, almost reverent, and she couldn’t help but feel a shift in the air. Unsettled by the change, she ignored it and walked ahead, her heart uneasy at the thought of facing Lucian.

Maya appeared to greet her. "My Lady, I hope you enjoyed your shopping."

Erin nodded and asked, "Is Rina awake?"

"Yes, my Lady," Maya replied and followed Erin as she made her way to Rina’s room.

As they reached the door, they overheard Rina’s indignant voice. "I won’t drink the medicine unless you show me where you’re hurt and tell me who dared to hurt you! I heard the servants saying you were injured."

"It’s nothing, Rina," Lucian replied patiently. "It’s cold, and it’s not proper for me to take off my shirt now."

"No! I want to see where you’re hurt. You’re hiding it from me, and I know you don’t feel cold much," she retorted stubbornly.

"Rina..."

"And you need to tell me who hurt you! I’ll go and punish them myself," the little girl declared, her voice rough from the effort.

She coughed, and Lucian frowned. "Rina, stop talking so much and just drink this already."

But the stubborn child shook her head defiantly.

Erin entered the room, her steps calm but deliberate, while Maya remained outside as Lucian was present.

"I’m the one who hurt your brother, Rina," Erin said as she walked toward the bed.

Both siblings turned their gazes to her.

Erin felt her eyes grow moist at Rina’s earnest plea for her brother. She immediately hugged the little girl and said, "I’m so sorry for hurting you and your brother. I promise I won’t ever do it again."

Rina hugged her back tightly. "If he is wrong, you can just talk to him and he will do anything you want him to. He never refuses any requests."

Erin hummed softly. "I’ll keep that in mind."

"Your temperature seems to have gone down," Erin noted as she released Rina from her embrace.

Rina nodded. "I feel much better now."

"Good. And look, I got you another gift," Erin said with a gentle smile.

"Where? What is it?" Rina asked excitedly.

"I’ll show you once you’re fully better. It’s in my room."

"Did you buy something for my brother, too?"

"I did," Erin replied.

Lucian silently watched the two of them, his heart filling with warmth at the exchange. His gaze softened as he noticed his mother standing quietly at the door, listening to the conversation with a smile on her face.

Mother and son exchanged a silent look, sharing an unspoken understanding, before turning back to watch the two girls continuing their talk.