My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew Chapter 411 Stand Against Us 63% Finished In that instant, Willard's gaze fell on the figure who had emerged from behind Abbot Blaer-Emyr. The cold, calculating stare he received from Emyr sent a chill through his body. It didn't take long for Willard to piece everything together and understand why Charmaine was present.

The realization hit him hard and fast, and his heart sank. I almost committed an irreversible error! His mouth went dry, and Willard almost bit his own tongue as he hurried to correct his blunder.

"A-Abbot Blaer, this is all a misunderstanding..." He quickly turned to the young monk, his voice flustered as he apologized, "My sincerest apologies. I never meant to cause any offense." The young monk remained calm, his hands held in a prayer gesture. "Mr. Nelson, the person you truly owe an apology to is her," he said, his tone unshaken.

Willard's face stiffened, his embarrassment visible. With an unwilling sigh, he bowed his head to Charmaine, muttering a quick apology under his breath.

Charmaine didn't respond, her face betraying no emotion.

Willard's hands tightened into fists under his cloak, but he wasn't about to forget why he had chere. He quickly turned back to Abbot Blaer, eager to address the matter at hand.

"Abbot Blaer, 18 years ago, I sought your guidance before my wife gave birth. Your advice helped us, and since then, our family has been at peace. However...

33 Willard hesitated, glancing briefly at Charmaine, as if the words were a struggle to utter. "She is the daughter my wife bore. There was a mix-up at the hospital, and she was switched with another child. We only recently discovered the truth, and now we've brought her back into the family. But our his in turmoil, and I need your guidance, Abbot." The last part cout almost desperately, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

Abbot Blaer showed no signs of surprise. He simply shook his head and sighed softly. "Whether it is fortune or misfortune, Mr. Nelson, it is all part of fate. If you wish to make amends, you must not dwell on the past. Return everything to its rightful place, and the situation will resolve itself." Willard paused, his expression darkening as the words "return to its rightful place" echoed in his mind. A sense of confusion began to cloud his thoughts.

Leah, however, felt a sharp pang in her chest. She quickly feigned a sad expression, trying to explain to the abbot, "Abbot Blaer, it's not that my father refuses to set things right. It's just that my sister... He can't make that decision alone." Behind her, her nails dug into her palms, her anger boiling beneath the surface.

This monk... He really expects Willard to accept Charmaine back as his daughter? I won't allow it, not for a second.

Abbot Blaer muttered a few verses under his breath before speaking again, his voice soft but resolute. "Fate is shaped by God. If you wish to change your destiny, you must cultivate good deeds and virtues." 1/3 17:05 Tue, 15 Apr NN A Chapter 411 Stand Against Us 63% Finished clung to, had been peeled away in an instant. His scrutiny made her feel completely exposed, as though she could hide nothing.

The sensation of being laid bare and vulnerable overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Leah gritted her teeth, her face paling, unwilling to utter another word. Thankfully, Abbot Blaer didn't continue to press the issue. Instead, he turned to Emyr, his hands joining in prayer as he bowed his head slightly.

"Follow your heart, Mr. Cross. The answers you seek will soon cto you." Emyr nodded gravely. "Thank you, Abbot. Your words are remembered." "Amidst the blessings, may you find peace," Abbot Blaer murmured, before his gaze lingered on Charmaine for a brief moment. Then, without another word, he walked back into the monastery.

Charmaine blinked in surprise. Did the abbot just smile at me? She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Emyr approaching until he gently took her cold hands into his, enveloping them with his warmth.

," he said softly.

"Let's go," "Okay," Charmaine replied in a whisper.

Before they left, Emyr shot Willard a pointed look, his tone calm yet chilling. "I hear that Rex has made his move. From now on, for every project the Nelsons undertake, Ydris Group will ensure they get their share." Willard's heart skipped a beat. Emyr's next words were deliberate, each one laced with finality. "Likewise, the Crosses will take their share as well. No matter the cost, it's a necessity." The people who wronged the one I love think they can avoid the consequences? How naive.

Charmaine couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at Emyr's words.

As expected of him-he never wastes ton pretense and just settles things immediately.

Watching them walk away, side by side, their closeness a stark contrast to his own bitter defeat, Willard's face turned a deep shade of red with fury.

Leah gripped Willard tightly as she shot daggers at Charmaine's retreating back. Her jealousy was so intense, she could practically feel her teeth grinding.

At that moment, the rest of the Nelson family, who had been waiting for their return, arrived. Seeing Willard and Leah looking so defeated, they froze in confusion.

Valda hurriedly asked, "What happened? Weren't you supposed to meet with Abbot Blaer? What did he say?" Willard clenched his teeth, his face pale and green, unable to summon the energy to respond. Valda turned to Leah, demanding answers. With Willard by her side, Leah knew she couldn't hide the truth. She reluctantly recounted everything that had happened.

2/3 17.05 Tue, 15 Apr NNA .Chapter 1000 The impact of that face on the two men was like a storm surge, shaking the very foundations of their reality, indescribable in its intensity! Especially Elvis, who couldn't believe his eyes, his pupils quivering with emotion as he cried out: "Jack?! Jack, is that you?!" Hans merely stared back, his expression as calm and undisturbed as a still pond.

"Elvis, get a grip, man! Look closer!" Thaddeus, too, was shocked to his core! But he had never actually met the living Jack Hamilton; he had only seen the handspilot in the Hamilton family's portraits. So, he quickly steadied his emotions, his jaw clenched tight: "Wasn't Jack declared dead after that plane crash? After all these years without even finding his body, how could he possibly still be alive?! This guy, he might just be a lookalike, a distraction Avery's throwing our way! Elvis, snap out of it, don't let your eyes deceive you!" Hearing this, Hans couldn't help but frown deeply.

Another one, no, two more.

This Jack fellow sure had a lot of folks thinking about him, missing him, even years after his supposed death. Truth be told, after his spat with Evadne, Hans had gone back and looked up this Jack Hamilton on his phone. For the first tin his memory, he felt an unprecedented curiosity about another person.

Seeing Jack in his crisp pilot uniform, handsand beaming in the photos, stirred something unexplainable in Hans.

It felt like this man was both a stranger and yet, somehow, not so distant.

But how could that be? He was Hans, an orphan with no parents, a loyal hitman always by the Boss's side.

Aside from their faces, he and Jack had nothing in common.

In this vast world, similar-looking folks were da dozen, weren't they? "Thaddeus, we brothers grew up together, Jack was the brother I was closest to!" Elvis stared fixedly at the man before him, his emotions almost bursting through, "No one knows Jack better than I do. That's him! There's no mistake!" "I'm not." Hans looked at them, his voice distant and cold, "I'm not the man you're talking about.

But hey, if dying in front of your 'kin' leaves you with no regrets, then so be it." As his words fell, he moved like a shadow, charging at Elvis with the ferocity of a wild animal! "Elvis, watch out!" Sweat beaded on Thaddeus's forehead, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, as he drew his gun and aimed at the swiftly moving Hans, his finger ready on the trigger! Back in military school, his shooting was top-notch, and his dynamic vision unparalleled.

Even with Hans's lightning speed, he was confident he could take him down! "Thaddeus! Don't shoot!" Elvis's cry cut through the tension, sensing the imminent danger, a flash of cold steel narrowly missing him! Thanks to his exceptional reflexes, he dodged just in time; otherwise, that blade would have surely blinded him! "Elvis!" Thaddeus's eyes widened in shock! How could this man be Jack?! His moves were ruthless, his killing intent cold and merciless. How could this heartless assassin be Jack?! Hans had unleashed almost all of his speed in that strike, yet Elvis had managed to dodge easily, surprising him.

A smirk played on Hans's lips, a spark of excitement at meeting his match ash flickering in his eyes, as he swung his deadly knife again, this taiming for Elvis's neck! "Thaddeus! Go now!" With agile movements, Elvis once again dodged, shouting to Thaddeus, "He's just trying to słow us down, to buy Avery tto move Evadne off this island! Thaddeus, I'll hold him off, you go save Evadne!" As he spoke, he narrowly avoided another strike!

This man, resembling Jack so closely, was a deadly assassin m Throughout his years in the field, Elvis had encountered a few of such formidable opponents. They were killing machines, each strike aimed to kill, reveling in the efficiency and thrill of bloodshed, without any unnecessary flair.

Just one deadly move after another!

But, Elvis could sense that although this man's attacks were lethabe was still puling his punches, not truly out to kill him at all costs. And if he really wanted to kill, why bother with a knife? This island was their domain; a machine gun would have sufficed for a clean sweep, no need for close combat! Thaddeus, with tears in his eyes, finally made a decision: "Elvis, the others are on their way, hang in there!" As Elvis dodged another attack, he even managed to flash Thaddeus an "OK" sign.

Clearly, he was holding his ground.

With his heart returning to its place, Thaddeus turned on his heels and sprinted towards the villa, as fast as lightning.

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