Anthony waited for some time, but the people watching them in the shadows refused to show up. Sean also woke from his light slumber and quickly pulled the kids blankets to himself, waking them up. Jessica groaned and opened her eyes, only to realize that a powerful arm was coiled around her and Ryan. Anthony pinched Annabelle with the hand holding her, and her eyes fluttered open. “What's wrong?” She whispered in a low voice that was only heard by him. “There are people watching us from the shadows. You need to stay awake and protect yourself in case of a confrontation.” He whispered back, caressing the spot he pinched to take away the sting. Anthony suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot towards a spot on the fence hidden by the branches of a pear tree. The startled, high pitched cry of a woman graced the morning air, followed by rigorous movement. “An! Are you eager to kill me that much? How dare you?” A familiar voice shouted, making Anthony's mouth open in horror. A slight

Anthony's eyes were fixed on the woman's tummy as she ran out. She was dressed in a yellow gown with a white apron tied around her waist. Angel slipped off his hands but she luckily regained her balance and moved out of Anthony's way. Aria slipped on the last stair, letting out a startled scream which had the other two ladies screaming with her in horror. Anthony appeared before her, quickly catching her. He steadied her and carried her back up the stairs. He gingerly set her down on her feet as if he was handling something so fragile. “Baby…” He whispered as his eyes went to the baby bump on Aria's tummy. “You're finally back, I was so worried, I couldn't sleep well.” She wailed and tears rolled down her eyes. “Sweetheart, what happened?” Anthony whispered in a small voice, wondering if he was dreaming. “Two weeks after you left, she got so sick, always throwing up and feeling exhausted. She even had to wear nose masks before she was able to cook for us. Unfortunately, there wer

“He's half conscious, he can eat if the food is a bit watery, and well diced. He also knows when someone is in the room. He just can't open his eyes, talk or move on his own. Meanwhile, I think his spirit is trapped somewhere. He really likes it when he's helped up, to stand, or sit, or is moved to the garden or miracle pool. That's all I can say for now.” Mo Lan whispered and left before Anthony could ask anymore questions. “Who is Aryan? How come I never heard about him?” Kaiser asked. “How will you hear about him when we were too busy fighting with monsters and trying to stay alive? Who has the time?” Lynda asked, finally speaking for a long time since they arrived hours earlier. “Aryan is my older brother, but one day, he got kidnapped by an evil organization because he was talented. The next time I saw him, we were already adults. I stabbed him multiple times before I realized he was my brother.” Anthony whispered, trying to say it lightly. But the pain in his voice and the te

Annabelle stirred in her sleep as the first streaks of sunlight filtered into her room. She noticed a powerful, fair arm wrapped tightly around her waist, making her heart skip a few beats. She remembered vividly that Anthony took Aria to bed. How would she forget when it was all she ever thought about all night?She turned and took a good look at ‘the man's’ face. “How fast they grow. Thanks to the cultivation manual, he looks a decade past his age, and well developed too. Both physically and mentally.” She muttered and caressed his face. Last night as she cried on his chest, he promised to do everything that Anthony should have done for her, be it loving her or showering her with attention. She was stunned at first by his offer to fill the vacuum, wondering how he could ever manage to do that. She had quickly thanked him and dismissed his offer, but he would have nothing of it. He swept her off her feet and carried her into the house, kicking her bedroom door gently, the way Anth

Mo Lan sat on the kitchen floor with the two baskets before him. He poured out the contents and began to sort them out. The very powerful mature herbs worth hundreds and thousands of years were carefully stored in the appropriate ways, before stashing it away for his personal use. He kept those that could react with each other far apart, and sealed them in cellophane. The young herbs that are not very potent, he kept them for kitchen use, to be incorporated into a wholesome meal. “I think these should be reserved for the men.” He said with a smile as he picked out immortal fruits with the most potency. He always sorted the herbs first before anything else to avoid someone noticing he was stashing such a huge quantity away. The very potent fruits were stashed at a height away from the females of the house. While he dropped the rest on the sink with notes on how to use the items he left. He quickly swept the kitchen and disappeared, moving to his next task. “Hi, big brother. It mus