Chapter 462

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MIRACLES DO EXIST NARRATOR Silas froze.

He wasnt fond of physical contact unless it was with Sigrid, but he endured the embrace stoically and didnt act rudely.

Despite the awkward moments, that afternoon, Silas reclaimed a small piece of his family.

Still, deep inside, the only family he truly acknowledged was the woman by his side.

All the love in his heart was for her.

Everything else had withered away.

Seizing a moment alone while his aunt dragged Sigrid to the kitchen to help with the afternoon tea, Silas approached the baby in the crib.

The dark tattoos no longer stayed confined to the child's face they were creeping, slowly consuming his tiny body.

Silas extended two fingers, placing them on the babys forehead.

Instantly, the dark magic writhed, resisting, fighting against being expelled The baby let out acry of pain.

malignant energy refused to leave, but Silass power commanded it to obey a

cast an illusion to deceive the aunt so she

could feel exactly what her mate was

black mist oozed from the babys forehead, ---- hesitating

the energy was no longer

immediately stopped crying and drifted into the deepest

tattoos faded away, leaving only smooth,

was no longer cursed with dark

a long life, just like any other

We're leaving, Thank you.

But...

made cookies and tea...! Your uncle hasnt even returned from the fields yet! The woman called after them as she watched them

recovered, to talk, to let her husband see that he was alive

was dragged down the street by

social skills were a disaster, but this time, she understood why

doorhesitant, saddenedshe stepped toward the crib to check on the

always restless, but now, he had been

The tray fell to the floor, sending everything

mouth to keep from screaming, tears spilling

knew very well where that

had protected this child in silence, she would protect her

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