The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 573

hapter 573 The Mother

Before Benson’s men could even react, Cassian had already taken them all down.

Cassian’s expression was icy, a stark contrast to the devilish allure he’d displayed in front of Raven earlier.

He frowned slightly, his cold eyes sweeping over Benson’s men sprawled across the ground. A trace of confusion flickered in his otherwise indifferent gaze.

When he woke up, he found himself being dragged by two men. He tried to recall at had happened before, but his mind was completely blank.

Just as he was thinking about heading back to Tranquil Manor, an excited voice suddenly called out from behind him.” Cassian? Is that really you, Cassian?”

Cassian turned around and saw a woman with features that bore a faint resemblance to his own hurrying toward him. Trailing behind her was none other than his father, Garth Lysander.

Cassian frowned slightly and asked Garth, “What are you doing here?”

Garth was supposed to be in Vyrdenia. Why would he show up in Broson City?

“Cassian, are you okay? After you came to Broson City, we lost contact with you. Everyone’s been worried sick,” said Garth. Upon looking at Garth’s concerned expression, a flicker of warmth returned to Cassian’s cold, deep eyes. “I’m fine.” “That’s good.” As Garth spoke, he gave Cassian a once–over. After confirming Cassian wasn’t injured, he let out a sigh of relief and patted him on the shoulder.

“Where have you been all this time? Why didn’t you call home? Even if you’ve got a girlfriend, that’s no excuse to forget us,” Garth teased.

“Cassian, Just then, Tuesday, who was standing in front of Garth, suddenly rushed toward Cassian.

Cassian swiftly stepped back, leaving Tuesday clutching at empty air. “Who are you?”

“I’m your mother.” Tuesday awkwardly dropped her hands, pretending to dab at the corners of her eyes as if wiping away tears.

“My mother?” Cassian’s gaze turned sharp as he studied Tuesday with a cold, assessing look.

The original owner of this body had no memories of a mother from as far back as he could recall. Naturally, Cassian felt no connection to the woman standing before him.

The woman was putting on an overly dramatic act, as if they were long–lost family reunited after years apart. But Cassian could see through her performance. Her eyes betrayed no genuine emotion–just a hollow attempt at acting, with tears forced out for effect.

“Cassian, don’t you remember me?” Upon seeing Cassian’s indifferent reaction, Tuesday’s sobs grew louder, her voice trembling with exaggerated grief.

She added, “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have left you behind. But back then, I had no choice. I couldn’t let my problems drag you and your father down.”

‘Even the original owner has no emotional attachment to this so–called mother, so why would I?‘ Cassian thought.

All Cassian could see in her expression was self–pity and a hollow attempt at guilt, completely devoid of sincerity.