Chapter 1155

Caspian pointed an accusing finger at Isaac and shouted angrily, “What nonsense are you spouting? When has my mother ever abandoned her son? My brother and I are both fine!”

“You all are fine, but what about me?!” Isaac yelled, his voice cracking with fury. He’d exerted too much force, and his stomach and throat ached. Clutching his stomach, he crouched, fighting back the swirling alcohol.

Caspian stood stunned, as if the words hadn't registered. Then, as if a realization dawned, his eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Isaac, his face pale with shock.

Zoey suddenly recalled something from her early days with the family—Evelyn had three sons. The youngest fell ill and, despite their efforts, perished in a temple fire.

Zoey’s heart pounded. Could he have survived?

“What’s your name?” Caspian asked, his voice choked with emotion. His lips trembled as he looked desperately at Isaac.

Isaac, slumped in his chair, whispered, “Ask her… Go and ask her…”

Zoey stepped forward. “I remember now,” she said. “I’ve seen you near the estate entrance several times.”

Isaac remained silent. Zoey turned to Violet. Violet avoided her gaze, staring at Isaac.

“Isaac Prince,” Violet said, “since you’re here, tell them the truth. Tell them you were once Seraphina Prince, raised as a girl. At five, you were abandoned at a temple, left to suffer, nearly dying before being rescued by your mentor. You did nothing wrong—they did. You deserve an explanation.”

Caspian froze, his body stiff, his eyes wide and unblinking. Then, with a strangled cry, he lunged at Isaac, embracing him and wailing with a grief he’d never known. “Seraphina… You’re alive! You’re not dead!”

Chapter 1155

Caspian didn't wait for confirmation. He clung to Isaac, sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't bring himself to mention the countless dreams of his brother's return, dreams so vivid, yet always ending in the crushing emptiness of loss.

Isaac tried to push him away, but Caspian held on fiercely. The relentless sobbing echoed in his ears. Isaac grimaced, his frustration easing. He realized someone in this family truly cared.

Zoey’s eyes welled, her hands trembling as she grasped Jane’s. Her voice, urgent and wavering, barely controlled, "Quickly, help Mother. Don't tell her yet—she might be too upset."

Since Viola’s incident, Evelyn’s health had deteriorated. Though not bedridden, her spirits were low, and she avoided leaving her chambers.

Jane found Evelyn already sullen. “No matter the guest, tell Zoey to handle it. I won’t go.”

“Madam Evelyn, Madam Zoey insists you come, even for a moment,” Jane insisted.

Evelyn’s brow twitched. “Has something happened with Viola again?” The thought of another scandal made her heart race.

“No, it’s not about Madam Viola,” Jane reassured her quickly.

“Don’t lie to me!” Evelyn gasped, clutching her chest, her breath shallow, panic rising.

Evelyn’s maid, Rosie, hurried over to support her. She asked Jane, “What’s happening? Who’s here? Can’t Madam Zoey handle it? Why must Madam Evelyn go?”

Jane couldn't hide the truth. “Ms. Spencer brought a man; he’s drunk, demanding an explanation from Madam Evelyn, saying she abandoned him. Mr. Caspian is holding him, crying, calling him Seraphina.”

Evelyn gripped Jane’s hands tightly, gasping for air, swaying as if to collapse. With a hoarse cry, she ordered, “Quickly, take me to him!”