All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Clara raised a hand and covered Giana's mouth before she could say anything else. "Giana. Stop."Giana grabbed at her wrist, her voice muffled but stubborn. "Clara, let go. Everything I'm saying is true."Amara's expression darkened into something impossible to misread."Let her go. Let her speak. I spend every waking hour managing the Chamberlain Group, yet apparently I have no idea what's being said in this house. So say it. Today. Every grievance, every complaint, one at a time." Her voice came out tight, forced through clenched teeth.Giana and Clara immediately fell silent. Both lowered their heads, neither able to find words now that permission had been given.Before the silence could turn ugly, Hilda stepped forward. "Amara, I don't have any complaints. I think expelling Oscar was the right decision."She turned to Giana carefully. "What I think Giana means is that she doesn't believe Oscar should have been thrown out. He may not have been exceptional, but he was useful ar

Amara's words landed hard. The marriage documents bearing Oscar's name lay spread out before them, and silence settled over the room as Giana fell quiet."We completely underestimated him. I thought he was harmless. Turns out he had ambitions like this all along.""We gave him everything we could while he lived in this house, and it still wasn't enough for him."Clara and Hilda looked openly furious. Anyone who found their own name on a marriage document tied to someone they had never chosen would have reacted the same way.Diana opened her mouth, then closed it again. She knew how much Oscar had truly contributed to the family, but standing before those documents, she couldn't find the words to defend him."A few marriage documents don't prove much on their own," Giana said. "What if Father left them behind?"Even she sounded unconvinced. Arthur arranging marriages between all nine of his biological daughters and the boy he had taken in?"Do you actually believe that, Giana?"

Rebecca nodded happily and pulled Oscar from one spot to another along the base of the mountain, stopping to take photos at every famous landmark she came across.At one point, Oscar stepped away briefly to pick up a delivery. It was the volume that Caleb had compiled for him, a study on martial practice.When Oscar had lived with the Chamberlains, Arthur had taught him martial arts. Later, after he assumed the role of Archon of the Draconox Order, the order presented him with its own restricted curriculum, developed specifically for the Archon's use.He had completed it in two weeks.At the time, learning quickly had simply been natural to him. He had never stopped to consider how far his pace differed from anyone else's.Caleb's volume changed that. Because it was a research document focused on the Archons of the Draconox Order, it contained detailed records of each Archon's training progression across generations.The fastest any previous Archon had completed the Draconox Orde

Oscar settled onto the bed cross-legged. He reviewed what he had read, confirmed the method in his mind, and began.His hands started to tremble. The movements were small and controlled, almost imperceptible.Vitalis could not be created from nothing, nor did it remain in one place. When it had existed in his body, it had flowed continuously through his channels, nourishing his tissue, sharpening his mind, and stabilizing his energy. His body had operated at a level that sustained itself.After his first fight, when he had been hospitalized and the cancer began to spread, the vitalis had reacted. It moved toward the problem, flooding the affected areas in an attempt to contain the damage.But it never returned. It sealed the cancer cells inside the brain and remained there like sentinels guarding a breach, responding automatically to whatever signals the body sent. From that point onward, the vitalis stopped responding to him.Later, when he forced the issue by burning his life fo

At the moment Oscar was ready to abandon the attempt, the answer came to him.He needed to stop forcing a grand circuit in reverse from the beginning. Instead, he could build the reverse loop inside his palms alone and keep it contained within a small circuit.The principle was simple. A single sheet of paper was fragile. Fold it over itself several times, and it could bear real weight.What he constructed in his hands followed the same idea. He took the vitalis and twisted it through itself, creating a self-sustaining loop that could rotate without relying on an external channel to carry it. Then he guided that loop into the damaged pathways.The energy channels still suffered damage from the reverse flow. That had not changed. But because the loop was self-contained, it repaired itself as it moved, healing behind itself while breaking through ahead. The rate of healing exceeded the rate of damage, and the vitalis advanced slowly but continuously in the direction the full reverse