All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 2261 - Chapter 2270

Those people, those things, those warm yesterdays, those brutal endings—he had clearly never lived through any of it, and yet it felt as if they were carved into his very bones and blood, fused into his soul.Every image, every glance, every single word was so vivid, so unforgettable.At last he understood: this was not someone else's story. It was his previous life.It was the memory sealed deep within his soul—something he could never forget, not across lifetimes.That warmth had been happiness he once possessed; that pain had been regret he could never make up for in his previous life. And the girl he had shielded behind him—his junior, the one he had protected with his life and yet failed to protect in the end—was, in this life, Amelia, the little sister he cherished above all else.So it was true—everything the novel said was true. They really did have previous lives.And in that previous life, he had faile

All warmth withdrew at once, leaving only focused listening and a heightened wariness toward Amelia's words. He knew too well that the cataclysm that had destroyed Ethereal Lumin Hold back then had to have concealed a conspiracy no one knew about.Ralph, on the hospital bed, gradually calmed as well, yet his eyes were still red-rimmed, tear tracks still clung to the corners, and his fingertips still held the lingering warmth of recognizing his martial fellows.He leaned against the headboard. His body, which had been relaxed, slowly straightened a little after hearing Amelia's words. One hand clenched the blanket hard, his knuckles paling with the force. The bold lines of his brows and eyes still carried the weakness of having just awakened, yet his gaze turned razor-sharp in an instant. In that moment, the defiance and blood-and-iron ferocity of Kameron from his previous life quietly surfaced. He stared at Amelia, his mind full of questions about the sect's old wounds

His fingertips kept flipping through the case file while the pen tip wrote without pause, continuing to refine every detail of the pretrial preparations; after all, this case carried enormous impact, and it mattered greatly to his client.What he did not know was that the shattered memories he had been forcing down were not hallucinations at all, but a previous life sealed away for a thousand years. He knew even less that Amelia was hurrying toward him, about to awaken the memories that had slept for a millennium, to set him back in his rightful place as the fourth disciple of Ethereal Lumin Hold, and, together with his martial fellows, to embark on the road to rescue Skyweave and settle a blood feud.The office door remained tightly shut. Outside the window, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass onto the desk, lighting up the thick stack of case files and Raiden's focused profile. Down below the tower, a black sedan slowly came to a stop; Amelia and Carl

Her heart leapt straight into her throat; the gentle aura around her vanished in an instant, replaced by worry.She sprang up from the chair, the hem of her clothes brushing the sofa armrest and stirring a faint rush of air. She all but hurried to the sofa, bent down, and reached out in near panic, her fingertips trembling slightly as they moved toward Raiden's wrist.Her fingertips lightly touched the pulse at Raiden's wrist. Her cool skin pressed against his warmth; she applied the slightest pressure and focused, feeling for the beat.Steady, even, calm and strong—there was not the slightest disorder, not the slightest urgency. It was exactly like an ordinary person's pulse in sleep, even more peaceful than when he was tense in daily life.Only then did Amelia's hanging heart slowly settle back into place. She let out a soft breath, withdrew her hand, straightened, and looked down at Raiden lying on the sofa.She knew Raiden had just heard

At the mention of Carl, a flicker of wariness crossed Raiden's eyes. With the memories of this life to go on, he knew the man who had always stayed by Amelia's side—his strength unfathomable, his devotion to Amelia absolute. With Carl with her, there really was no need to worry.After his memories awakened, he judged people even more sharply than before. He looked at Carl standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, and his gaze grew darker.In the end, he forced the worry down. Looking at Amelia, he nodded solemnly; his thin lips parted, his voice steady and firm: "Alright, I listen to you. I wait at the firm for your word. Take care of yourself—if there's even a hint of danger, tell me immediately. No matter when or where, I get there at once."His eyes stayed locked on Amelia, the protectiveness and worry in them undisguised. A thousand years of guarding her had already seeped into his bones; even if he could not be with her at all times, he was willi