Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 84 - 82: Dad, Mom, This Is Your Grandson

Celeste Grant’s home was located past Northgate Avenue, deep in a secluded alley.

Here, there was a quiet courtyard. A spirit fruit tree was planted by the entrance of her home. The courtyard walls were covered in green moss and overgrown with green vines.

Gazing at the small courtyard before her, Celeste Grant felt a wave of emotion, and her eyes began to sting.

She was finally back.

When she transmigrated into the book, she had only wanted to live a simple life with her parents, but Jocelyn Grant had forced her to leave. Only now was she able to return.

Celeste Grant had left because she knew Jocelyn Grant was concerned with her reputation and wouldn’t trouble her parents for the time being. If she had stayed, she would have only implicated them, which was why she left.

A simple array was set up around her home, and there was also a forbidden spell on the gate.

Celeste Grant reached out, and the gate opened at her touch. She could sense that her parents were not home at the moment.

Celeste Grant guessed they had probably gone outside the city to hunt demonic beasts.

In the book, her family had stood opposite the heroine and met a tragic end.

The villainess’s father was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, and her mother was a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator. Because their aptitude was average, they had never been able to break through, and thus were not well-regarded in the clan.

Furthermore, since their daughter had failed to test for a spirit root and couldn’t practice cultivation, their family was considered peripheral to the clan.

When she arrived in this world, the body she inhabited was still young. Many years had passed, and Celeste Grant had long since come to see the villainess’s parents as her own.

When she transmigrated into the book, there was no other consciousness in the body, so Celeste Grant didn’t know where the original owner had gone.

’Or maybe the original villainess wanted to change her family’s fate, so she brought me here. After all, this is the Cultivation World. Anything is possible. It’s even possible some ancient forbidden technique pulled me into this world. Still, no matter where the original owner of this body is, I hope she’s living well.’

Cradling her son, Celeste Grant walked through the gate.

She set her son down.

"Momma, is this Grandpa’s house?"

"How come I don’t see anyone? Where’s Grandpa?"

"Your grandpa and grandma went out. They aren’t back yet, so we’ll just have to wait. They should be back soon."

"Come on, son. Momma’s going to show you what she can do today and make you some braised pork belly."

"Momma, I wanna dwink milk."

Celeste Grant: "..."

’Oh well. It seems my son prefers milk to meat.’

Aaron Sinclair was now a little over a year old. Besides milk, he did eat other things, but he mostly drank the milk of spirit beasts.

Standing to the side, Nerida laughed and scooped him up. "Young Master, Auntie has plenty of beast milk prepared for you. I’ll go get it right now."

"Kisses for Auntie."

"Hehehe, my Young Master, you’re just too adorable! Auntie likes you so much. You’re way cuter than your father. Mwah!"

"Aunt Nerida, I wike you a wot too."

"Young Master, I’m so touched."

Nerida felt a warm, fuzzy feeling. She was finally getting the hang of looking after a child.

As she spoke, she took a baby bottle from her storage ring and filled it with milk for him.

Celeste Grant smiled.

Nerida had found and raised Javier Sinclair, and now she was indispensable in helping raise his son. They really were father and son; Nerida had raised them both, one big and one small.

Rather than just being Javier Sinclair’s subordinate and right-hand woman, Nerida was also like an older sister to him. As the saying goes, an eldest sister is like a mother, so it wouldn’t be wrong to say Javier was half a son to her.

Therefore, when her son called Nerida "Auntie," Javier Sinclair didn’t object, which meant he acknowledged her status.

"Nerida, can you watch my son for me? I’m going to make dinner. You can have a taste of my cooking today."

Nerida nodded.

"Of course, Madam."

Celeste Grant rolled up her sleeves and headed to the kitchen.

Cultivators ate vegetables suffused with spiritual energy and spirit rice. Not only did these meals satisfy their appetites, but they could also increase one’s cultivation a little...

「As evening fell.」

After trading the demonic beasts they had hunted for spirit stones, Celeste Grant’s parents carefully tucked the storage bag into their clothes.

"Dear, we’ve saved up quite a few spirit stones now. When are we going to look for our daughter? I’m so worried. Celeste said she awakened her spirit root and found a place to cultivate, but I have no idea how she’s doing."

"She’s all alone out there. I wonder if she’s lost weight. We can’t even use the sound transmission jade slip anymore. I’m worried sick."

Hearing this, the honest-looking man standing beside her sighed.

"A while ago, didn’t that new magic artifact called a ’cell phone’ come out? They’re cheap. I’ll ask someone to buy one for us tomorrow. Then we’ll pack our things and go find Celeste."

They didn’t know where their daughter was either, but they figured they could go to the place she mentioned last time and ask around.

The "Celeste" they were referring to was, of course, Celeste Grant. It was the name her parents used for her most often.

"Let’s go. Let’s go home."

Talking as they went, the couple joined hands and flew back home.

When they arrived in front of their gate, they stopped dead in their tracks, their faces full of vigilance.

Mrs. Grant: "Why is the gate open? Did a thief break in? Or are those people from the third branch here to cause trouble again?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Mr. Grant: "Someone has tampered with the forbidden spell on the gate."

They tiptoed to the entrance and reached out to touch the forbidden spell on the gate. Sensing a familiar aura, the couple exchanged a look, their eyes filled with joyful surprise.

"This aura... it’s Celeste’s."

"Our daughter is back."

Mr. Grant pulled Celeste Grant’s mother along and charged inside. "You damn brat! You finally know the way home, huh? Get out here!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Grant, who was right beside him, kicked him. "What’s with that attitude? What if you scare our daughter? All that matters is that she’s back."

Just then, a tall, slender woman in a purple dress emerged from the house, holding a child.

Celeste Grant’s parents simultaneously craned their necks to look at the woman. They didn’t recognize her. Who was this person?

They couldn’t sense her cultivation level. There were only two possibilities for this: either she was an ordinary person with no cultivation, or her cultivation was so high that they couldn’t perceive it.

Evidently, given her aura and the whip hanging from her waist, she was a profoundly powerful female cultivator.

Someone they could not afford to offend.

Mr. Grant pulled his wife behind him and said cautiously, "My lady, may I ask what business you have at our home?"

Nerida set the child down, then placed a hand over her chest and bowed slightly to the couple. "Greetings, Master and Madam. You can call me Nerida. I am the Madam’s protector."

As she spoke, she gently pushed Aaron Sinclair forward in front of them.

"This is our Young Master. He is your grandson."

At that moment, Celeste Grant’s parents looked as if they had been struck by lightning. Their eyes went wide, and they wondered if they were hearing things.

They pointed at Nerida, then turned their gaze to the little chubby boy who was looking up at them and reaching out his hands.

"You... you... he... he..."

"You’re saying he’s our... our grandson? That our daughter gave birth to him?"

Nerida smiled faintly.

"Yes, Madam."

Celeste’s mother reached out a hand, her expression dazed. She gave a dry laugh. "Dear, I feel a little dizzy. Maybe I’m not fully awake yet. Help me."