Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3034 The Secret Room of Sorrows

In the castle, Zedran stood alone on the balcony, watching as the ash from his cigarette scattered into the breeze and disappeared. Countless leaves gently floated down in the distance. As he gazed at the desolate scene, a deep sense of melancholy enveloped him. "If only you were still here, how wonderful that would be!" Zedran murmured to himself. His eyes tinged with a hint of redness. The butler approached from behind, bringing a mink coat.

"Master, it's cold. Please take care of yourself."

Zedran waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. I need some time alone."

After a long while, he returned to his room and glanced at the ink painting on the wall. His face was full of conflicted emotions.

More than twenty years had passed, and that beautiful face had completely faded from memory, leaving only fragmented recollections.

If Zedbar had not taken that photograph, Zedran might never have thought of her again for the rest of his life.

Yet fate was full of twists and turns. As he saw it, memories flooded back.

Zedran hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward. He lifted the ink painting and turned the hidden switch.

A secret door quietly appeared after a slight tremor.

various items were neatly arranged, though years of neglect had left everything covered in a thick layer of dust. Directly opposite the secret door hung a painting of a delicate woman. Her graceful face was bearing a striking resemblance to Arabella.

like a breached dam, flooding

were both in the bloom of youth, instantly hitting it off

the spring of youth, young Zedran was smitten at first sight

secretly admired the

their love after a few clandestine

believed this was

statuses posed a significant barrier.

Family, while she was merely a lowly palace

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sweet love affair couldn't remain hidden for

could the eldest son of the Zedran Family fall for a

the family. After being confined for two months, he saw Arabella again, now pregnant and taken as a concubine. Tears welled up in Zedran's

scroll, his

If I had resisted with al my might, perhaps

silently fell from the corners of