The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Rina And Aaron

A shiver ran down Luis’s spine at Aaron’s words. After what had been done to Elrod, Luis couldn’t fathom the depths of madness in this young man.

"You’re the one responsible for the death of my entire family. There’s no one left among the Wynters. So do you now plan for your daughter to pay the price for it or what?" Aaron’s mocking tone pierced the air. "How about I use your daughter to continue the Wynter bloodline? Turn her into a breeding cow—force her to give birth, child after child, won’t be able to take it anymore and she dies while giving birth to one of the Wynters?"

Luis swallowed hard, his entire body trembling as tears of regret rolled down his closed eyes. His two sons, who had overheard everything, could only weep for their young sister, powerless to change her fate.

"Did you take it seriously?" Aaron chuckled darkly, the mockery in his voice stinging like venom. But then, his gaze turned icy cold. "Did you really think I would use your filthy blood to continue my lineage? I would rather let the Wynter bloodline die with me."

Luis opened his eyes but had no words. All he could do was accept his fate in helpless silence, the weight of Aaron’s hatred pressing down on him.

Lucian watched Aaron, noticing how deeply his mind was consumed by cruelty when it came to exacting revenge. Lucian decided it was time to be merciful, to send the Mortimers away to die on their own, before Aaron lost himself completely to his rage and did something irreversible.

Punishment was necessary, but Lucian understood that preserving Aaron’s sanity was equally important. He couldn’t allow his brother to lose sight of who he truly was, consumed by cruelty. Aaron was a good man, and Lucian didn’t want revenge to be the only thing that defined him.

The Mortimers, along with the other prisoners, were transported to the extreme north. Luis held his daughter, Grace, in his arms inside the carriage.

For the first time in days, she seemed to recognize his embrace and hugged him tightly in return. His two sons sat nearby, their faces drawn with sorrow, but they gently patted their sister’s head in comfort.

"Don’t worry, Grace," one of her brothers said softly. "Your two brothers will protect you there."

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Lucian returned home, visibly disturbed, his thoughts once again consumed with worry about Aaron. As they sat in the drawing room, Gwen brought him tea.

Lucian told her about the events of the day, and he watched as a subtle sadness crept across his mother’s face.

"What are you thinking, Mother?" Lucian asked, noticing her expression.

"I was thinking about Grace," she replied softly, looking at him. "When I saw her, she reminded me of her mother, Lady Isabella. She was a good woman and a close friend of Aaron’s mother, Lady Evelyn. Though Luis is a monster, I can’t help but feel bad for Grace... for her mother’s sake."

"Were they close, Aaron’s mother and Lady Isabella?" Lucian asked.

"Very much like sisters," Gwen answered. "They used to joke about marrying Isabella’s future daughter to Aaron. Those were good times," Gwen paused before explaining more, "From the old servants here, I learned that after what Luis did, Isabella’s health began to deteriorate. She never recovered and eventually lost her life giving birth to Grace. She blamed Luis for his cruelty until her last breath."

Lucian didn’t know what to say about the tragedy of the past but felt compelled to reassure his mother, even though she hadn’t directly asked for anything. "Mother, I’ll make sure someone looks after her and she won’t fall into harms way."

Gwen’s face brightened, and she held his hand gently. "Lucian, you’re truly kind. She’s just a young woman, and that place... it’s filled with criminals. Anything could happen to her."

"I understand, Mother."

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Meanwhile, at Wynters, Aaron dismounted his horse and was about to head inside the residence. His mind was in turmoil after his visit to the Mortimers, leaving him uncertain about how to cope with everything.

Unknown to him, a small figure came running toward him and stopped just in front, almost causing him to lose his balance. He quickly steadied himself.

"Brother Aaron!" a cheerful voice called out, and he looked down to see Rina, a twelve-year-old girl, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Aaron gazed at her innocent, smiling face and then at the colorful flowers she held.

"Brother, I made this for you," she extended the bouquet toward him.

"Did you like it?" she asked eagerly. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}