Chapter 992
Trevor and Jeremiah joined Dominic at Hell Monarch Estate for dinner. The meal was lavish, accompanied by fine wine. Dominic was in high spirits and drank freely. The three men chatted and laughed, reminiscing about the past, even mentioning the late Matthias Warren.
Jeremiah sighed deeply. “Back then, I used my connections to arrange Barrett and Viola’s marriage out of respect for Matthias. I wanted to ensure their family’s continued prosperity. Who would have thought they’d be so mismatched? As a matchmaker, I’ve clearly failed, and I regret it.”
Trevor remarked, “Everyone has their own fate. At our age, we shouldn’t worry too much about the younger generation. Let’s focus on ourselves and enjoying time with our grandchildren.”
Trevor’s words held deeper meaning. With Salvador still young and consolidating his power, it was natural for him to strategically elevate new ministers while quietly sidelining older ones—every king needs to build his own court. Dominic’s retirement from his position at Victory Pass seemed less daunting now.
Dominic smiled. “You’re right, Trevor.”
It was the only sensible choice; he was growing old and could no longer effectively support Victory Pass. Fortunately, Wyatt was now in charge, making a change in leadership unlikely for the time being. The Sullivan family’s army would continue to protect Victory Pass.
They enjoyed their evening. As night fell, Jeremiah pulled Dominic aside, sighing heavily. “This may be our last meeting, old friend. Take care.”
“You as well,” Dominic replied with a respectful nod. Despite having drunk considerably, he remained steady.
Rafael saw the guests off, thanking them. He then noticed Cindy holding Leona’s hand tightly. Leona also bid farewell to her grandfather and aunt before leaving with Alana.
After more drinks, Cindy became overwhelmed with emotion, a wave of sorrow and longing washing over her. Carissa gently supported her aunt, helping her back to the courtyard.
“I know you haven’t looked at the gifts yet, Cindy. If you don’t want to, don’t. Just leave them aside. Look at them when you feel like it. Your happiness is what matters most.”
“I understand,” Carissa replied, her voice heavy with sadness.
The lantern light revealed the graying hair at Cindy’s temples. The once lively, resolute woman seemed suddenly aged.
The next morning, Rafael and Carissa saw them off at the city gates. Cindy had arrived with several cartloads of gifts; she departed with the same. Carissa, having carefully prepared everything in advance, held back tears, maintaining a smile until they were out of sight. Then, rushing to the city tower, she breathed a sigh of relief when the convoy came into view. But soon, even that faded, and the dust settled. Hot tears streamed down her face.
Rafael gently wiped them away. “Don’t be sad. We can take Ryan to visit them.”
Carissa knew visits would be difficult with their new official positions, but she nodded, finding comfort in his words.
“Let’s go back,” Rafael said, stretching and looking towards the rising sun. “Skye Embroidery has opened; we should add the women’s academy to the agenda.”
Carissa took a deep breath, weariness replaced by determination. “Yes, you’re right.”