Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 85 - 83: Is This Reasonable? A Grandson of This Age Suddenly Appeared
Mr. and Mrs. Grant returned home feeling like their brains had short-circuited. It was as if they had just heard something impossible.
One moment, they were about to go out and search for their daughter. The next, not only had she returned... she’d brought home their grandson.
’Does this even make sense? A grandson this old, popping up out of nowhere.’
The little toddler standing before them tilted his head up to look at them. Fair-skinned and clean, he was as adorable as a little dumpling, and his features did indeed resemble their daughter’s.
"Grandpa, Grandma! Me is Annie! Your grandson! Mommy’s baby. I love you! Making a heart for you!" After calling out to his grandparents in his piping voice, he formed a heart with his chubby little hands, a gesture the couple probably didn’t understand.
Nerida smiled and explained, "The Young Master likes you very much. It’s called ’making a heart.’" The people from the Bloodfiend Den were used to the Young Master’s heart gestures, but outsiders probably wouldn’t understand.
Mr. and Mrs. Grant stared blankly at the little dumpling before them. Hearing such an adorable child call them "Grandpa" and "Grandma," they felt their hearts were about to melt.
’He looks so well-behaved and adorable. And so chubby! He’s clearly been well taken care of.’
’Is he really our dear grandson?’
Although he was already smitten, Mr. Grant held back.
He looked at the little boy, then glanced up at Nerida and asked again, "Is he really my daughter’s son? Our grandson?"
Nerida smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir. He is indeed your grandson."
Little Aaron Sinclair toddled forward on his short legs, tugged on his grandfather’s sleeve, and spoke.
"Grandpa... you no like me?"
’It felt like an arrow had pierced his chest.’
Mr. Grant bent down, scooped him up, and beamed. "Of course I do! Of course! Grandpa loves Annie."
"And Grandma?"
Still in a daze, Mrs. Grant, who was standing to the side, nodded instinctively. "Grandma loves Annie, too."
How could they possibly dislike their own grandson? The couple had only one child, Celeste Grant. Their love for her extended to her son, so of course they would dote on him.
Little Aaron Sinclair clapped his small hands.
"Yay! Me like you too! Mwah!"
"Grandma gives you a ’mwah,’ too."
In just a few moments, little Aaron Sinclair had completely captured his grandparents’ hearts. "Sweetheart, what’s your name?"
Aaron Sinclair: "Grandpa, my name is Aaron Sinclair."
"Good, good. Such a good boy."
Still, Celeste’s parents were most worried about her. They exchanged a look, and each saw the same heartache for their daughter reflected in the other’s eyes.
It was heartache for their daughter.
’Annie looks like he’s already a few years old.’
’What on earth has our daughter been through these past two years? Why did she stay away for so long and not even tell us about something as huge as her pregnancy?’ 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Just as they were thinking this,
they heard their daughter’s voice.
"Dad, Mom."
Hearing the familiar voice,
Mr. and Mrs. Grant looked up in unison.
Their eyes landed on...
...a figure standing at the entrance to the main hall. It was their daughter, Celeste Grant. She was even more beautiful now than she had been two years ago, carrying herself like a young lady from a great, distinguished family.
They hadn’t seen her in over two years. The sight of their daughter made their eyes instantly well up with tears.
Mr. Grant spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "You... where have you been, child? Your mother and I have been worried sick."
Mrs. Grant simply stared at her daughter, momentarily at a loss for words.
Celeste Grant stood her ground, a happy smile on her face as she called out to them.
"Dad, Mom."
Mr. and Mrs. Grant nodded.
"Yes, yes."
"You’re back?"
"Yes, we’re back. Your father and I went outside the city to hunt a few low-level demon beasts for Spirit Stones."
"Dad, Mom, I’m back."
Celeste hurried forward. Looking at her parents, who seemed not to have changed at all, she said softly, "Dad, Mom... I’ve missed you so much."
As she spoke, she reached out and hugged Mrs. Grant. "Mom, I’m sorry. I made you worry."
At this moment, tears welled in her eyes.
Mrs. Grant hugged her daughter back, her face beaming with joy, but her voice was choked with emotion.
"All that matters is that my daughter is back. You’re finally home."
"That’s right," Mr. Grant added. "If you hadn’t come back soon, your mother and I were about to go looking for you. We heard a rumor that you awakened a Spirit Root and could start cultivating. Is it true?"
Celeste let go of her mother and looked at her parents, smiling as she nodded. "It’s true... Dad, Mom, I awakened a Mutated Water Spirit Root and a Wood Spirit Root, and I’ve begun my Cultivation path. Just a few days ago, I broke through to the Mid Stage Golden Core."
As she spoke, she released her Golden Core Realm aura, making sure to restrain its pressure. After all, with their low Cultivation, her parents wouldn’t be able to withstand its full force.
The moment Celeste released her Golden Core Realm aura, Mr. and Mrs. Grant sensed it.
The aura of a Golden Core Realm expert... was emanating from their own daughter. Their eyes went wide with disbelief.
"This is the aura of the Golden Core Stage!"
"This... this is real! Celeste, you really can cultivate, and you’ve even broken through to the Golden Core Stage!"
Mrs. Grant grabbed Celeste’s hand, which was trembling with excitement. What parent doesn’t hope for their children to have a bright future and not be bullied by others?
In the past, their daughter had been unable to cultivate because she had no detectable Spirit Root. It had been agonizing, like their hearts were bleeding, to hear her being called a good-for-nothing and watch her get bullied.
Now that their daughter had awakened a Spirit Root and could cultivate, they were beyond ecstatic.
’But isn’t this cultivation speed a bit too fast? She reached the Golden Core Realm in just two short years. You wouldn’t even see something this outrageous in a storybook!’
Seeing their joy, Celeste couldn’t help but smile as well. She nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Dad, Mom. I’ve gotten stronger. I can protect you now."
Mr. and Mrs. Grant’s faces were flushed with excitement, and they were so overjoyed they were starting to babble.
"Good... good! My daughter is a Golden Core Realm expert! Honey, pinch me! See if this is real."
Celeste’s mother promptly pinched him.
"Hurts, doesn’t it?"
"OW! It hurts! It really hurts! So it’s not a dream."
Breaking through from Foundation Establishment to the Golden Core Stage was no easy feat. Even those with exceptional Cultivation Talent needed a dozen years, several decades, or even a century to make the leap. As for those with poor talent, many would die without ever succeeding.
Yet their daughter had reached the Golden Core Stage at such a young age. She was a true cultivation genius! Who would dare call his daughter a good-for-nothing who couldn’t cultivate now?
At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Grant were filled with pride and joy for their daughter.
This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. They had always been terrified for their daughter, who could only be an ordinary person unable to cultivate. They feared that if they were to meet an untimely end, she would be left all alone with no way to survive.
Now, they could finally rest easy.
"This is wonderful, dear! Our daughter can cultivate! She’s a Golden Core expert now! I feel like I’m in a dream."
"I know. Reaching the Golden Core Stage at her age... if word got out, no one would believe it."
