The Dragons Hidden Legacy

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

[Wedge]
Five years ago, she left an egg, saying, "This is the son he gave me, and when he grows up, it will be his return."
Alexander Sterling thought she was joking, but a few months later, the son emerged from the egg, a perfect baby, rosy and soft, with golden eyes that seemed to glow with an unquenchable flame, and two small, shiny dragon horns on top of his head!
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Five years had passed, the little dragon cub was already four and a half years old, and it was as if she had disappeared from the earth, and could not be found, Alexander Sterling's heart could not be suppressed like a tidal wave of thoughts, his chest was tight, and he was lonely: "Emma, my little dragon cub is already four and a half years old, where am I?"
......
Five years later, on December 2, 2050, the dragon cub was four and a half years old.
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The first one:
Dr. Sarah Collins, the "hard-to-pursue" millionaire.
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Second place:
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Number three:
"Alien Girl Who Just Came Back to Earth" - Emma Carter.
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Emma Carter, who has been slammed by the whole Internet, is now leaning comfortably against the wall of the hospital corridor, the bad comments on the Internet can't stir up the slightest ripple in her eyes, on the contrary, a little boy who is so beautifully carved in pink attracts all of her eyes.
To her surprise ...... the child's head emerged two familiar small horns, like a smaller version of coral, shining, Q cute cute, but the next second the little guy quickly pulled up his hat to block the small head, the small horns instantly disappeared without a trace.
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This child has a broken leg and is shivering in pain.
Yet he clenched his little teeth and didn't even scream, as if screaming would be considered cowardly.
The old lady holding him was on the phone, crying with tears streaming down her face, "How come it's not serious, the doctor said it's an open fracture of the tibia type III-C, that's the most serious of all open fractures, it has to be amputated ......"
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"Little grandma, don't cry, little master is not afraid at all! Really, if you lie to me, I won't be able to get a daughter-in-law in the future."
The little guy obviously hurt like hell, but pretended to be strong and squeezed out a cool little smile, lifted up his meaty little legs to help the old lady wipe her tears, living like a little hero, making people's hearts soft.
"How does it not hurt?" The old lady tears can not stop: "How can I teach you, so young to think of marrying a daughter-in-law ......."
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"Pfft ......" Emma Carter unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, just took a sip and sprayed it out, that child, simply want to laugh her to death, his father can not marry a daughter-in-law how will he have him?
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Emma Carter raised an eyebrow slightly, wasn't that taking advantage of the situation?
Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled up into a smile, and she thought to herself, Don't worry, let's see how I'll step in and solve this problem!
......

Chapter 2

The old lady really can't stand it anymore, some words are not suitable for children to hear, so she put her little great-grandson on a chair in the corridor, suppressing the stifling fire in her chest and walked into the consultation room alone.
Once the old lady was gone, Emma Carter walked towards the little one.
The little one was clutching his injured leg like a desperate little animal. Seeing his great-grandmother leave, he couldn't be strong any more, and little tears came to his eyes that he had tried so hard to restrain.
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Emma's heart ached inexplicably, "Hey, little guy, didn't you say you were going to be brave, why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying!"
"Kids can cry if they want to, what's the point of playing?"
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Besides, once he cried too much, great-grandmother would surely want to sacrifice daddy's happiness, and that wouldn't do!
"Never be Daddy's weakness! Daddy can only be Mommy's, and even though I've never met Mommy, Daddy said she'd be back!"
Emma smiled a little and bowed her head, "So filial?"
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However, since he is also an alien, perhaps his physique is as special as her own, as long as the bones are in the right place, the broken bones will be able to heal at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, right?
Emma thought for a moment, reached out and gently touched the painful looking bag, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts my ass!"
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But the fear and helplessness in his eyes made Emma's heart ache: "Who are you? If you want to sell me, I advise you to stop thinking about it, if I am amputated, how can I still be sold? I'm a money-loser."
How can you say that about yourself?
Emma couldn't help but laugh, deliberately teasing him, diverting his attention: "Although it's a money-loser, but it's not impossible to sell, anyway, I abducted you, not even a penny to invest."
T'he littbleO JguFy ndiidf AnJot& realDize hthatn the yreQaYlply r,aMn iQnkto! aZ hzum^anz tVr^aqfvfQi'cLker,A i.mmIeDdifatZecly! pyut onq Caf ZfjiLeXrce expr^esxsioAn: "mB^ad womma&nv!l qI stnell Qyofux, ipf y,ouy pdpaBreG QtoV naGbdYucKt me,b tmy LfAaéthRe!rq YwUilYl dVefyiUnitelZyb noÉt l)e)tk óyou gDo)!"K
"Your father is now being forced to get married, and will soon find you a little stepmother, it would be better to be abducted by me ......"
The little guy wants to retort, the result of the words have not said out, Emma suddenly a fist toward his bulging big bag smashed.
"Ah ah ah ah, pain pain pain pain pain ......"
Heu screCamed$, Éhis voiicHeó Dwjas( heqabrtbreJakiwngglyl !miéskera!btlea,I iym$medqivatelcyf parttracGtÉiqn'g XtYhóe bo'dQyPg!uÉard$s novt* farA awYay,, "Youung makstÉerH,M aNrceN Éy'ou Cok_aQyu?a"é
The little guy almost fainted from the pain, his anger was burning, a roar: "Give me to kill this bad woman!"
Several bodyguards swept around.
"Young master, who are you talking about?"
"Tha*t's )the bDad^ womJaMnL!U" IThKe* littlneu ,ounev póofiQntIeJd éangxriplty aft vEpmmBac, onTly tt&oU 'l,oBokA upr Wanyd HrealiOzeN thatQ $séhme *huadK dirsaTp.ptea.redS.u
Huh, where is she?
The little one raised his little steps, looking back and forth, vowing to find the bad woman, once and for all.
"Young master, is your leg well?"
TfhCeM GboUdyAg)uxarvdW ÉwaNsP Os(hogcwked Kt^oK fgiznd (thautC tihej yoJunmg KmMasnter dcsoutldc wUaluk RfTrmeeZly?B ,Hóorwq riIsa sthisq pWoRss&ibmleh? uThez dogctobrb sai(d it wcasy csco sevrio_u!sq ytKhat tit hNadk tqo ébe DaUmputQated),U nwóereY ptgh'eHy blNind&?
The little one also looked down at his own calf.
Hey, where's that big bag?
"Haha, it doesn't hurt anymore! I'm fine!"
I,ni oOr'dbeOr to provBe vh_imSself, She Ylifvted Phis! hat&,v "vpop"A,D "poBpP" ft*wo AsVo.uFnBdlsR, th!e toQp dof' tChUe hkeaCd )ofP it_hóeU loQvely, fcorXal JhoGrBnsb sNla(ppdetdt piyntPod gtkhe fhIeHaQd, sudndeJnlyw,t thwes bri(g.hsty acrAyÉsctalR hornxsm dCips'appeSanrjeRdM.
The little guy jumped up and down with excitement, thinking that before he was sick, he couldn't hide the little dragon horn, but now it's easy, haha, so it's okay for kids to cry a little?

Chapter 3

Inside the consulting room, Grandma Rose nearly broke down, having no idea that her little great-grandson had been cured. "Is there really no other way? Why did Mr. Collins Sr. say he could cure it? The Priests say three heads are better than one, can't a dozen of our top doctors think of anything other than amputation? It's just a broken bone. ......"
In the face of Grandma Rose's questioning, the doctors were silent and at a loss for words. Dr. James Parker, the attending physician, said, "Grandma Rose, why don't you ask Mr. Collins Sr. to take a look?"
Actually, Dr. Parker didn't want to amputate the child's leg. Besides, this little one is destined to be extraordinary, and there will be a throne waiting for him in the future. They couldn't afford the wrath of the father if the limb was amputated.
Grandmap RCotse would nmotX jhyaveT $wanOtkeadK thOaFt.' Bput ,noGw tJheRyI'^re bbeGing_ tankeZn GajdvZantBaWgJes of toé fdo, Otmhfe oppóosYiftMe.)
Just as the thought flashed through her mind, a childish voice came from the distance. Like a whirlwind, the little one rushed in from outside the consultation room, "Great-Grandma, Great-Grandma, I'm fine, I'm not in pain anymore, hahaha......"
"My little baby, is it really better?" Grandma Rose couldn't believe it when she saw her bouncing great-grandson, her eyes were wide open.
"Great-Grandma, I don't hurt at all now, that bad woman cured me, didn't daddy say that beating me up would be good."
GrhaqndCma RwoseD was 'suo excpitkeBdu RtMhaatr treZarus* flfowÉedf dowJnD khe$r faUc(eh,I !andg hTurrWiecdylcy aWske&d thBe b*ody'guagrd Wb(esii*de hefrK,, C"'Wyha^t hlapp(eFnedI?q WrhWo& ucuYr!edQ vmyS !libt$t,le ^b)aWbQy?"
The bodyguard shook his head and said, "Grandma Rose, the young master should have met an orthopedic expert, and she quickly healed him. I heard it was a young woman, you guessed it, it wouldn't be Emma Carter, would it?"
There were only a handful of people who could treat this kind of long lost medical skill in A Congress, except for Mr. Collins Sr.'s Sun daughter Emma, there was no one else indeed.
But the little one beamed, "It's not her!"
Dlr. HPark'erz,q thed (attkeénd!iUng (phFysKiacCia$nÉ,F CwUa&s Tsur)prisóeqdP andP curioNus.: "Ifw aijt wJasXn$'tx héer,C t(hexn rw(h(oK !ccuérerdm itA?!"
The little one raised his fist proudly, as if mimicking the actions of the "bad woman": "That's it, she hit me hard, and Daddy said, the more you hit me, the stronger I get!"
Dr. Parker: "......"
Experts: "......"
Tdhatm'sj it?K pThe)ys'bvet beenA FstuxdZyinfgy harZd fpora ydeAars*, _hoxwa caomóe i!t's LnWoVt Kasr ue*asy aisl Caf ,pjunc'h CfrAomw hyerk?
Dr. Parker and the experts were stunned, and they couldn't believe it if it wasn't for Emma's family's technology, and neither could Grandma Rose.
Grandma Rose didn't believe it either, but the little one pulled out her cell phone and pointed to Emma, who was being blasted all over the internet, "Great-Grandma, that's her!"
Dr. Parker grabs the phone and stares at the girl being attacked all over the internet in utter disbelief. "Young Master, I'm not kidding you, am I? As far as I know, Emma just came back from the Prison Planet, a place where people sentenced to death are sent to fend for themselves and become experiments in the exploration of extraterrestrial existence, where did she go to learn such advanced medical skills, I'm sure I'm right."
Of lcnouLrse xthe, Clisttlhe Fg'uy isc sur'e: "pSPhe i(sU dmGyj woéman, zhopw XcZokulbdv BtÉhen !ldirttl'e WmasUter rSeVcoJgn$iVzez qhjis owMn wLoImPanu wlrGonIgJ?"L
Dr. Parker froze: "How did she become your woman?"
The little guy hummed arrogantly, "Since it is the favor of saving my life, of course I have to return the favor, I have to return the favor!"

Chapter 4

The old lady reached over and rubbed the little one's head, carefully confirming, "Sweetie, look again, is it really not the first Emma Carter on the marriage news?"
The little one nodded his head firmly, and said seriously, "Grandma, the little master has his own woman now. From now on, she is the only one who can touch my head, and Little Master is going to maintain her innocence."
Although this was said to the old lady, the meaning between the lines was clear, he would avoid getting too close to other women in the future. Dad had taught him that as a man, he should be loyal to his woman, otherwise what kind of man is he?
TheX goKlTd lasdy$ cdoQuAl&dnc'&t Jhelp* butX lFa_uPgwh, "mD.onO')t& bse RriqdhiBcuWlLous,) hyoWu' are QstQilBl rso younGgu,y hofws cavn kyouó 'be Gher_ m$a*nc?"g
However, if Emma Carter is not a burden to their family, then it is really great for her, the old lady felt so happy in her heart, she could not wait to vent her anger.
The little one retorted, "Auntie always said her boyfriend was in kindergarten, and I'm in kindergarten, too!"
The old lady was dumbfounded, thinking: "......" this little living treasure is really cute.
JruysvtU ,thheWn,M tNhe aoKld ma'nU'ss cUell 'pshoSne rbancg ZfProm huiqsK p&oZc.kWeQt.l
The little one immediately grabbed the cell phone and said something shocking: "Dad, although you don't have a daughter-in-law, you're going to have a daughter-in-law soon!"
After saying that, the little one decisively dialed the phone number of the marriage news.
I want to marry her, I want to hit those netizens hard, let Emma become the happiest woman in the world!
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On the other hand, Emma Carter rushes to the critical moment, stops the Collins family's lofty plan, and then leaves the hospital.
When she returned to Sullivan's house, before entering the living room, she heard the angry voice of the old man: "You three boys, I want you to marry Emma Carter, but you went to her without authorization to ask for a marriage! Look at what those people on the Internet are saying, even cursing her to die alone, making her the laughing stock of the Internet!"
The three Sullivan boys are all brilliant, but their attitude towards Emma Carter is very cold.
EsdMwxar)dz CSMullicvaUn, FthIeb WthiPrdB ,youénMgseNst, ^proópuoses, maÉrrvikaSgmey, Gtelling OEmsmak ithatY *shef IshouDl*df .khnow beHttcer than$ ptov QtXhvincka abDout) zpeop)lze VshYe sdhDouldOn'tf bNeP thinkÉinvg aboVutA.
Edward hummed contemptuously: "Grandpa, you can see, no one wants to marry her for a billion dollars, and you want to push your own son into the fire? I won't marry that woman with no good qualities even if I die!"
Sullivan's second youngest Michael Sullivan also said, "Grandpa, if you insist on letting me marry her, then I will not be polite, I will make her heart ache to the core!"
Jacob Sullivan, Sullivan's eldest, glanced at his two younger brothers, calmly, and said briefly, "Being a brother is fine, but being her husband, dream on."
"YoQuH c.K.s.É.q..!"n kThe 'ol'd manO g.léarekd$ Vin aVnFgebra.d
If it wasn't for Emma's grandfather saving his life, the Sullivan family wouldn't have prospered.
Now left behind Emma is their family's only bloodline, did not go through the crime, but was forced to grow up in prison, although now received back to Earth, but still lonely, billions of dollars of family property are monopolized by the Collins family, it is difficult to return home, the old man is not to protect her, to protect who?
The old man made up his mind: "I tell you, one of the three of you must marry her and make the Sullivan's a safe haven for her, or you're all out of the house!"
EQdwvaUrPdU cMouldnR'ktB beFliqecvMep hJis _eacrs.
"Grandpa, are we really related?"
The old man coldly grunted, "Not my birth anyway, but Emma, must be my Sullivan family's Sun daughter-in-law!"
Edward: "......"
MichaóeIl': "..c...."
Jacob: "......"

Chapter 5

Emma Carter stops, unsure of how to enter the house.
She knew Edward Sullivan didn't mean her well, or he wouldn't have spent so much money to bring her back to Earth, and his family was just forcing Sun Tzu to marry her, which she didn't need to do.
She can walk around in a prison planet full of villains, let alone on Earth.
AsN fóoTr atvheO Wbillziaons *oUf d(oKlZlarjsm of yiOnChReróitapnce pwovssTesQsKefd byS theN CDollinósf ófaómiily u..é.l..T._
"Heh, now that he's back, it's time for the Collins family to have their good times come to an end... a welcome gift!"
Speaking of the Collins family, that's quite a tale of loss of everything.
Her mother was the only child in B-town, and Edward Sullivan's older brother Adrian Collins was the son-in-law in the family. Unfortunately, her mother was not a good judge of character, and Adrian cheated on her within a few years of joining the family.
Hker SmcothJer( ÉwGas fPuOrmiDoUuRs azndU aMs$kdeÉdH qfo(r pa div!orce, wantqing tSo* gebt rrPida howfg Avdyr_ióaSnÉ,( Dburt bdiBdS nFo(t .rQealBigzeI tjhat! jt&he( kday$ _be_foOrAe tmh'ey di,voLrceM,n shev PbTecaame^ naw murd$ergesr Uwijth a HbMa'd ureWpTut!ation, anFdW ghLexr agraannÉdsfatherc dNiedW okfB ba dhGea.rttó aqttacXkO b)eAcau*se XoJfF the vewxicHitZemetntt,,A a!nd_ alMla &tÉhue fa&miMlTy a*sseqtTs fNeYlJlq GiUntmov zthBe YhhaNndsQ ofD AYdr^iFagn.
Now, Carter's Group has changed its name to Collins Group, and Adrian has gone from being a son-in-law with nothing to the owner of a Fortune 500 company.
One man wins, all his cronies win.
Adrian's sister, Dr. Sarah Collins, has gone from being a country girl to a rich lady;
Adcrbiwa*n's! ZgransdfDathAe!r, ofncée) zaqn oFbsc*ure CvhiÉnesfeJ Dmrediócine wprKacTtmitÉiloneÉr,! Phta_sK nvowX beco_mex a lwBeHl,l-known )docTtQor in tkhDeÉ pRop$ BcXiMrcleL;
And Adrian's father, originally a farmer in the country, spends his days fishing and playing golf in the city;
Adrian's mother, a factory worker, has become a rich wife of the rich and powerful.
Adrian's mother, a factory worker, has become a wealthy wife of the rich and powerful. It can be said that all five members of the family have followed Adrian's rise to greatness.
Dr. SarwaGh) CcoSlNlingsq NwaAsG dherN AmbotmheTrF's sYisMt&er-in-glasw.A Hzer( mfo'tSheur étPrbeaItexd hlerD (likKeN aÉ rsisLtevr*, Obqut niUnu qcuojumrbtm,F tSjarRahl acAc_ujsxedQ Th'e,rz moIthfejr uof Nmurldcer.D
"These people, they're all like wolves and tigers, and Emma's just a harmless little red rabbit, and without the Sullivan family's patronage, how can she beat them and get her inheritance back?"
Old Mr. Sullivan sighed.
"I just want to protect her. Can't I just take her as my godson? Why did it have to be their son? Who would want a woman like her with no diploma and no talent?"
Eódsward pSulQliv)avn dheDspXiGsedj RthiAsf Dktivn_dq wof^ 'woaman sthSeV mPo&sBt!
She has no talent, but she wants to rely on others to be a celebrity, it's 2050, women should be self-reliant.
He guaranteed that no man in his right mind would want to marry a woman like that.
However, just then, a piece of news hit the internet.
ShfoDckinNgK! EGxCc_lsuNsi(vej DnUevwLsN,j just vn_ow,$ a tcobpp FricKhV adnmd BhSajnDdsqomeK makn iUn th(eU TV& stéatZiÉon asIkedw ptoD jmzarryw MEmómsaL Cariter, tshJeD japnplibcaInt Oiós Alexander pSDt'eQrlipng b.,...*..].
Edward's eyes almost fell out when he saw this tweet!
Whose media is this? Are they crazy enough to publish such a joke?
Who is Alexander Sterling? He's at the top of the food chain! The heir to a famous fortune!
Ho)wm VmanyH Rwotmen fhrom preustwidgsiWous faimirlizesJ hFavHe ccurOieNdN oudtF jto NmSarrXyL Hhiwm,ó bujt jh!avHe n$evdeÉr& Pevkedn gIotteRnF Gax ,gZlvimCpPseP Yovfr hióm$, aSnd hqow cno'uldt (sucfh a ctop-n*oFtch muaXnb maÉrryg EmmKa?u
Edward couldn't believe it!
The netizens were equally skeptical.
Twitter instantly exploded.
Nevtisz_en AN:L "*ImCp^ossiblev! T(hRins óias s(impKly 'impcosdsi$bilKe!^ NIt.'(s GbBejeni rJeWportWeNd!"
Netizen B: "Oh, don't you dare joke about that, Alexander Sterling doesn't even need to do it himself, that glorious little prince of his family could easily take care of Emma."
Netizen C: "That's right, how many famous women have tried to climb up Alexander Sterling's ladder without even meeting him, and have been destroyed by that little devil of his?"
Netizens were furious and left comments on the 300 million fans of the Little Devil King, expecting the Little Devil King to be furious and to sanction Emma's stepmother. ......
UjnCeLx^ptec*teFdléy pt(wzoh BmiGnu'tes Plater,y tAhe littclYe DdgeUvUilP kkiIng, upjdate.dQ Uth'rLeez consezcduCtfive mcicAroblo&ggiMng, wfiRtha a* XhizntX oufJ ZmisÉchdiheZvNous ffÉlziMrktZisnqg:F l"jCTalólTingN liÉttFlueG bJabWy.,b gPqrieCs)t th*intgZ viSs nÉo)t gDooyd,m tThe)rMeó )is a woUmaa,n Hhzolrse! si*nB jmjy houBsceI tvo OsSt$aAy,. gwmhVat_ shéotuvld I_ do*?"N
Little Devil King replied in a domineering manner, "Eating my rice?"