Chapter 602 Exposing Alaric (2) Descendants of the Royal Family of Whitaker
Just as Cecilia was momentarily stunned, she heard footsteps echoing on the wooden staircase.
A guy in a fancy suit with a bow tie came down the stairs, one step at a time.
He looked pretty young but had this mature vibe that made it hard to guess his age.
His smile was like a mask, showing no real emotion.
Cecilia watched nervously as this stranger walked towards them, his eyes locked on her.
His gaze made her uneasy. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t friendly either. She swallowed hard, feeling weirded out.
Just as she started to get really uncomfortable, the guy suddenly smiled.
His smile was totally different from the serious look he had before. He seemed really young now.
"Are you my sister-in-law?" he asked, his voice clear and his smile bright.
Sister-in-law?
Cecilia was completely taken aback.
Was he Alaric's brother?
Everyone around Alaric seemed so mysterious. Cassius, Dashiell, Augustus—they all had this air of mystery.
And this guy seemed even more mysterious.
Cecilia bit her lip, unsure of what to say.
Then she heard Alaric's calm voice, "Let's rest first, and we'll talk later."
The guy looked like he had a lot of questions, but he went quiet when Alaric spoke.
"Let's go." Alaric took Cecilia's hand and led her past the guy, heading up the stairs. Cecilia glanced back and saw the guy still watching them. Their eyes met, and he grinned like an innocent kid.
Maybe she had misread him earlier.
Alaric led her into a room that screamed luxury—it was insanely expensive-looking.
"Get some sleep first," Alaric whispered in her ear. Cecilia looked at him, frustrated.
She had come here ready to face the truth, and he said nothing!
"Be good, health is most important," Alaric said, holding her close on the soft bed. "I don't want to die young just yet."
Cecilia frowned slightly.
But Alaric had already closed his eyes, and she heard his heavy breathing.
Was he really that tired?
After seeing his strength last night, she knew how powerful he was. But now, he lay beside her, completely vulnerable.
If she stabbed him now, would he even know? The thought shocked her, filling her with fear—not just of the idea, but of Alaric's death.
Then Cecilia turned over.She was really exhausted, having been on edge and desperately needing someone to lean on, which kept her awake. But once she finally relaxed, sleep hit her hard, and she ended up sleeping for a long time.
When Cecilia finally woke up, she realized Alaric was no longer in the room.
She rubbed her sore body and glanced at the clock on the bedside table—7 PM. She had slept for twelve hours straight, from 7 AM to 7 PM.
She got up unsteadily. After sleeping so long without eating, she felt completely drained.
Cecilia got out of bed and opened the door to step outside. She made her way toward the stairs, relying on her memory.
She didn't see anyone in the hall—not the guy she had met earlier, nor Alaric. In such a huge villa, where were all the servants?
She felt a bit abandoned.
Cecilia descended the stairs slowly. As she reached the bottom, an elderly servant suddenly called out, "Mrs. Whitaker."
Startled by the unexpected voice, she turned to find the servant addressing her respectfully. "You're awake."
"Yes, I'm awake," Cecilia responded quickly, nodding. "Where's Alaric?" she asked.
"They'll be back soon," the servant said, adding, "Mr. Whitaker informed us in advance, Mrs. Whitaker, that you should eat first when you wake up."
Cecilia then remembered that she hadn't eaten for a long time.
Now she was so hungry that her stomach hurt.
She followed the servant to the dining room.
The dining room and the living room were separated by a garden.
The size of this villa was beyond her imagination.
Sitting at a large dining table full of dishes, Cecilia was dumbfounded.
Even if they were rich, this was still too wasteful, wasn't it?
"Mrs. Whitaker, since we didn't know your preferences, the chef made one of each dish," the servant said respectfully.
Cecilia pursed her lips.
It was her first time in such a place, so it was better to go with the flow.
Cecilia dined elegantly, with the servant staying by her side the entire time.
"What should I call you?" Cecilia asked the servant.
"Just call me Verity," Verity replied.
"Verity," Cecilia called.
Verity asked, "Mrs. Whitaker, do you need anything?"
"Are Alaric and the man I saw yesterday really brothers?" Cecilia couldn't help but voice her doubt.
Wasn't Alaric a child of the Whitaker family?
How did he have another brother?
Did the Whitaker family know?
Verity nodded and replied, "Yes."
"Why isn't he at the Whitaker Mansion but here alone?" Cecilia frowned and asked.
"Because I'm not a child of the Whitaker family." Suddenly, a clear male voice came from behind Cecilia.
Cecilia quickly turned to look at the man.
The man was smiling, with Alaric beside him.
Looking closely, Cecilia noticed that he and Alaric did share some resemblance, even though Alaric didn't look much like the Whitaker family. This led Cecilia to a sudden realization: Alaric wasn't a child of the Whitaker family either.
Was Alaric really a descendant of the Royal Family of Whitaker?
The family that was destroyed by the noble family back then!
At that moment, Cecilia seemed to understand something.
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