Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1156

It was as if some unseen force had taken hold of Evelyn. Despite her unsteady steps, she suddenly moved with surprising speed, leaving Jane and Rosie struggling to keep up.

Evelyn could hear nothing but the rush of her heartbeat. Before her, the courtyard faded away. What remained was the vision that had burned in her heart for years—the blazing fire and the haunting screams that filled the air.

Back then, people had dragged and pulled her, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly as the fire devoured everything.

Her youngest son—gone, consumed by those flames.

They had pulled out so many bodies, and yet, she couldn't tell which one was his.

She had cried until she lost consciousness, over and over. However, never had she dared to think or hope—that perhaps, just perhaps, her son had survived.

He had been so weak and sickly, barely able to walk without help. How could he have escaped that inferno?

As Evelyn reached the main courtyard, there was only one figure she could see—the rest was a blur. Tears kept falling, clouding her vision, and she walked towards that faint, indistinct shape.

Her head tilted slightly, her voice weak and uncertain. "Are you my son?"

Isaac recognized her; deep down, he was angrier at her more than anyone else. Upon seeing the tears streaming down her face, something in his chest twisted with an unfamiliar pain.

He stood still, unable to speak or move.

"Mom, it's Seraphina!" Caspian cried out beside him, his voice cracking with emotion.

Evelyn's cry was raw, almost unbearable, as she collapsed into Isaac's arms. The past surged back like a dark, suffocating wave, and her heart felt as though it had been torn open. All the pain she had buried for so long exploded in one desperate shout:

"You didn't die!"

Her hot tears soaked through Isaac's shoulder. At first, he remained unmoved, but slowly, his tears began to fall.

But soon enough, he pulled away from Evelyn, his voice flat and cold. "Who are you trying to fool, madam? It was you all who sent me to that hellish place. I should have died there, but my benefactor saved me. I'm no longer Seraphina. My name is Isaac."

"No…" Evelyn reached out, pulling him back into her embrace. "I didn't know. I didn't know any of it…"

Inside Evelyn's room, she hadn't released Isaac's hand since she woke up. Her eyes stayed locked on him, gazing at him with an intensity that deepened with every passing moment, a growing pain in her heart. Her voice cracked as she spoke.

"You really look like your uncle."

Isaac didn't resemble Caspian or Oliver much. Instead, he took after Evelyn's brother, who was long gone.

Isaac still felt uneasy, but looking at Evelyn, he didn't get the sense that she was about to abandon him. There seemed to be more to the story, and he was willing to listen.

Violet was right—if there were grievances, they needed to be aired. Why should he suffer in silence?

"Mother, what really happened back then? Is it as Ms. Spencer said?" Zoey asked.

"I called you here because I want to tell you the whole truth. Originally, I planned to take this secret to the grave and explain it to Seraphina in the afterlife when I passed. But since he's still alive, there's no reason to keep it from you. Once I've told you, I can die in peace," Evelyn replied.

There was a cold, hard glint in Evelyn's eyes—a look Zoey had never seen before.