All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

'He is still alive.' The thought surfaced, and Oscar felt a jolt of shock before he could suppress it.But when every impossibility had been eliminated, whatever remained, however unlikely, had to be the truth. And the possibility that Arthur had never died kept resurfacing, growing more convincing with each piece of evidence he examined.Jason's confirmed bloodline, the marriage contracts written in Arthur's own hand, one revelation after another suggested that Arthur hadn't been entirely honest with him.Whatever Arthur's reasons, he had concealed the truth. Even at the end, with death supposedly at his doorstep, he hadn't revealed everything. Every clue pointed to a man who had been holding something back."But why would he do this?" Oscar couldn't make the pieces fit.Arthur was no ordinary man. His funeral hadn't shaken the world, but in Silverton it had made the news. The ceremony had been significant.If it had all been a performance, the cost would have been enormous. Eve

"What?" Clara's temper flared, but she caught herself before it showed. Then she remembered. She had nothing left to be angry about.Anger was a luxury. When people cared about you, when you had support behind you, you could vent whenever you wanted. But without any of that, you learned to keep your emotions in check. Even when you reached your limit, you found an empty corner and dealt with it alone."Let's go. We'll try somewhere else."They headed toward the hotel next door.Amara stopped."I just thought of something." She waited until everyone looked at her before continuing. "Does anyone have any cash?"The family's bank cards had been frozen, and their mobile payment accounts no longer worked. Everything inside the villa had been seized without exception. At least the consortium's men had been civil enough not to search them on the way out. That meant the only assets they still possessed were whatever happened to be on them at that moment."I don't. I always pay with my c

The look on Elara's face darkened the mood of every sister in the room.Everyone else had agreed, yet she had to be the one to make a fuss.Of course, she wasn't quite herself these days. That was fine."Elara, just for tonight. Tomorrow we'll find you a proper big bed, I promise." Amara kept her voice soft and patient, coaxing Elara as though she were speaking to a small child.There were seven of them tonight, with Bella and Irene both absent. Two double rooms meant four beds. Freya was still unconscious and needed a room to herself. That left the rest of them to share, which was already far from ideal. And now Elara had turned it into an ordeal.'If only she was the one still lying in a hospital bed.' The thought surfaced before Amara could stop it. She recoiled from it at once. How had her mind gone there?She softened her tone even further. "Trust me, Elara. I'll take you to a big house. I promise."Elara looked at her with complete incomprehension. "But we already have a b

"I'm so sorry. I'm handling it right now." Amara apologized the moment she heard the neighbor's voice.The neighbor took one look at Elara's expression, realized something was clearly wrong, and decided not to press the issue. "Fine. Just keep her quiet. I've been traveling all day. I'd like to sleep."The door closed.Amara turned back to the room and raised a hand. "One."Elara's crying immediately eased by half."Two."The tears stopped."Three."Elara scrubbed her face dry with both hands. Her eyes remained red and swollen as she looked around at the others with a silent, desperate plea. But she made no further sound, and every sister in the room exhaled at the same time.'Thank God. Finally. Look at Freya over there, sleeping like nothing's happening,' Amara thought."Tonight, you're sleeping with me. Any objections?" Amara asked.Elara obediently shook her head."Go wash up. Now."She shuffled toward the bathroom. At the door, she stopped and glanced back. "Just toni

Oscar pushed open the door. Everything was exactly as he remembered. Arthur had always kept the room arranged this way.The family had known, and no one had changed a thing. The maids still came on schedule to clean, and everything remained in its proper place.Oscar ran his hand across the surfaces, touching one object after another before lowering himself onto the sofa."Oscar, come here. Look what I brought you today."The memory surfaced without warning. Arthur sat beside him on this very sofa, hand outstretched and smiling, eager to share something good.A faint smile crossed Oscar's face. He had never had a real template for what a father should be. Yet Arthur had matched every description he had ever read. Gentle, dependable, responsible, accomplished in his work, and still present at home.In Oscar's mind, he had been perfect, and because he had been perfect, the lies cut even deeper.Oscar had given him everything. He had admired him more than anyone else in his life. I