Chapter 704 A Few Truths

704 A Few Truths

Remy's expression was a mixture of disbelief and shock, his voice breaking as he called out, "G-Grandma?"

Grace's heart stopped in her chest as she stared at him, her breath catching in her throat, "Remy?" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling as she took in the sight of him standing there, safe and well. She couldn't believe it—couldn't believe he was real. Tears welled in her eyes as she reached out a shaky hand toward him.

Remy stumbled forward towards her bed, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears and couldn't believe he truly heard her voice after all this time.

This wasn't a dream or an illusion.

She was already more than 90 years old when she "died". But now she was looking younger, as if in her sixties, with long yet elegant white hair and soft wrinkles on her skin.

There could only be one reason why she could look like this despite being so old and everything was making sense now.

"I... I thought... they said you were dead," he mumbled, his voice choking as he dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hand trembling as he took hers.

Grace cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing away the tear that slid down his face, "I'm here, my child," she whispered, her voice full of emotion, "I never left you. I never will."

Rebecca crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a huff, "Well, isn't this a tearjerker," she muttered, though she couldn't help but think of receiving Oberon like this when he returns safely.

Grace couldn't care about anything else. All she cared about was the boy in front of her—the grandson she had risked everything to protect. The grandson she would fight for, no matter the cost.

Remy's chin quivered, overwhelmed by guilt and sadness as tears began to streak down his face. He wrapped his arms around his grandmother tightly, his voice trembling, "I am so sorry, Grandma. You were alive all this time, and I... I didn't even know. I—"

Grace gently pulled him back, cupping his tear-streaked cheeks as her eyes softened, "Don't, Remy. Don't feel guilty. I hid the fact that I was alive on purpose... to protect you. Ever since I sold my soul to a demon, I couldn't be near you without putting you in danger. Watching you from afar was the only way I could keep you safe."

Remy's lips trembled as his voice grew weaker, "Did Hellbringer manipulate you into selling your soul? Did he make you do this?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before Grace could answer, Rebecca, standing tall beside them with her arms crossed, scoffed. "Manipulate? Your grandmother willingly sold her soul. She was practically waiting for someone like Hellbringer to come along so she could get revenge for you and your parents. You should be thanking her for having the courage to make that choice instead of dying a pathetic old woman with no justice." Her radiant red eyes glinted with a mix of coldness and challenge.

Startled by the imposing figure, Remy blinked. He had momentarily forgotten she was standing here in his shock and pain, and now that he once again noticed her, she looked both terrifying and commanding.

Remy looked into his grandmother's eyes, her face filled with determination and love. One thing was certain: she had sacrificed everything for him, fought tooth and nail to protect him. Even if his entire world had been turned upside down, he couldn't turn his back on her.

"Grandma...," Remy said, his voice steady, though his heart was heavy with uncertainty of the future, "Whatever happens, I'm with you."

Grace's smile was one of deep relief as she pulled him into a hug. The warmth of her embrace calmed some of the storms swirling inside him. But before the moment could linger, Rebecca snorted from the corner, her arms crossed, "Good thing you made the right choice, brat. Or I would've had the interesting task of skinning you alive until you agreed."

Remy blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness, while Grace shot her a quick, piercing stare. Rebecca cleared her throat and waved her hand dismissively, rolling her eyes, "Of course, it's a joke. What kind of demon do you think I am?"

Before Remy could process any more of Rebecca's unsettling humor, the door creaked open, and two radiant figures stepped into the room. Emiko and Yui entered, their faces glowing with warmth as they saw Grace reunited with her grandson.

Grace's face brightened, and she gently turned Remy toward the girls, "Remy, these are the two who helped rescue you from the WHA," she said with a proud smile. "They're like my granddaughters, and we've taken care of each other ever since I joined this cult."

Yui's radiant smile widened as she eagerly stepped forward, shaking Remy's hand with both of hers, "Finally! I'm so happy to meet Aunt Grace's grandson! I've heard so much about you. I'm Yui, and this is..." She tugged a startled Emiko forward by her hand, "...this is Emiko. We both owe our lives to your grandmother. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for her."

Grace's eyes glowed with warmth as she watched the introduction. Remy, though still processing everything, found himself offering a soft smile, "Thank you," he said sincerely, his gaze shifting between the two girls. "Thank you both for helping my grandmother and for saving me. I can't say how grateful I am for you taking care of her when I wasn't able to."

Emiko returned a small but genuine smile. "That's fine. You can be there for her now," she said softly, her words like a quiet reassurance.

Remy nodded, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the whirlwind of revelations.

Grace's expression shifted as she looked around the room, "Where is Master?" she asked, her brows furrowing slightly, "I thought he'd come in with you."

Yui blinked, her eyes widening. "Oh, he was with us when we arrived! He must be in one of the other rooms," she said, glancing over at Emiko, who nodded in agreement.

"I will go talk to him. You guys can stay here and catch up," Grace said with a smile before walking out of the room.

Remy looked in the direction his grandmother left for a while, wondering what kind of relationship his grandmother had with Hellbringer.

Good thing to wonder about :#