The Crown's Obsession

Chapter 838: Treasured memories- Part 1

Chapter 838: Treasured memories- Part 1

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Constance watched the Calhoun as he left the garden, where they had been talking for hours. His back seemed lonely, and she didn't know why, but she felt an ache arise in her c.h.e.s.t. It was an unexplainable feeling, not knowing why wondering if it was because of the past that was tangled with this person.

Since she had gained her consciousness in Heaven, there was something that often tried to appear in her dreams. People who lived in Heaven had nothing but pleasant dreams, but recently when it came to her, something seemed to be scratching the surface, and she wished she could see it.

As Calhoun continued to walk, Constance noticed black wings appear from his back, and he turned to look at her. For a few seconds, he stared in her direction.

"We'll meet again," said Calhoun before disappearing from the Heavenly realm.

And though Constance saw Calhoun's lips move, she couldn't hear what he said. When he left, an emptiness came to occur in her heart, like suddenly the hollowness she hadn't felt before had appeared.

Feeling something on her cheek, Constance raised her hand to touch her face, and she pulled her hand back to look at it.

"You are sad," came a voice from behind her.

Constance turned around and saw it was Archangel Michael.

"It looks like I loved him very much when I was in the living world. It must be why I feel like a piece of me has been torn after spending time with him," replied Constance. The tear that had streaked down her cheek dried out. "Is it normal?"

"What is?" questioned Michael, his response quick, knowing the Devil would be here any minute.

"To feel this anguish that I feel in my heart. I don't remember anything, but I can feel that prick of pain as if my heart is being tugged. Does it happen to others?" questioned Constance.

Michael had a serious expression on his face, his face often without a smile as he was here to uphold the values and responsibilities. When he had found out about Vladimir splitting his time with his grandson to meet his daughter, it had surprised him because the Devil was greedy and didn't share with others.

But the boy was the Devil's family, and it might have compelled him to share his time. Not to forget, he now had a great-grandchild to occupy himself with.

Michael had hoped Constance's soul would not be disturbed with her precious memories, but it seemed like the Devil's intention was to stir her emotions. Even though Heaven had erased the memory of her time in the living world, she was no ordinary person.

It was because Constance was never supposed to be here. If he knew she was the Devil's child, he would have only kept an eye on her. But she had entered the living world, living amongst the people there, and Michael had ended up opening the path for her.

"Truth is that people often don't feel the turmoil of emotions," replied Michael. He wondered if he had made a mistake by allowing Calhoun or even Vladimir to meet her. "Though memories are erased, some of them continue to persist. What do you want, Constance?" he asked her.

Michael usually didn't ask this to anyone, but considering this was a special case where he was responsible for it, he decided to ask her.

Constance looked slightly puzzled at Michael's question to her, "What I want?" She repeated his words.

"Yes. What does your heart yearn for?" Michael's words were peaceful, like a still and calm water.

He knew if he mentioned to Vladimir about anything remotely close to him having shown the path to Constance to Heaven, there would be another clash.

The woman thought about it and said, "I want people to be happy. You too Michael."

The archangel smiled, "You are too kind." He didn't understand how a Devil could father such a gentle soul.

"Do you think he will be alright?" Constance asked, turning to look back in the direction Calhoun had disappeared.

"With time, everything heals. Even the scars turn dull and fade into the skin," answered Michael.

In the next second, a fire blazed between Michael and Constance. The archangel had a look of annoyance on his face when he noticed the Devil had made his grand entrance.

"Looks like it is my time to spend with my beautiful daughter. I was caught up with changing your grandson's clothes-" Vladimir stopped speaking to Constance when he noticed Michael standing there. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I was speaking to Constance. Calhoun just left and I am leaving too," said Michael, giving the nod to Constance, and he started to walk away from there.

"That's good. I get all the time with Constance," and Vladimir offered her a bright smile. "How have you been? I was looking forward to seeing the painting you were working on during my last visit."

Michael could still hear the light chatter taking place between the Devil and his daughter, and when he passed quite a distance, he finally stopped. Turning around, he took a look at them before walking away from there.

When Calhoun returned to the castle, his heart had turned heavy, and he went straight to where Madeline was with their son, Morven. Some of the family members had stepped out of the room to give space for the mother, unlike the Devil who had been hovering around the baby.

Madeline had only finished feeding their son, dabbing the soft cloth gently on the baby's mouth.

"How is he doing?" asked Calhoun, bending down to pick up the baby in his arms while Madeline tidied herself up.

"He hasn't cried as much as he did yesterday. Everyone was around keeping him company, I think he liked it very much. Especially with Vlad," informed Madeline. She saw Calhoun carefully raise small Morven in the air before bringing him wrapped and using both his arms around the little one to hug him.

"My little lion. I cannot wait for you to grow up," said Calhoun to the baby.

Madeline's heart turned warm at the sight while she sat against the headboard with pillows that had been arranged for her comfort. It was good to know that everyone loved the baby, and Calhoun often paid equal attention to both of them.

"Did you rest?" asked Calhoun when a yawn escaped Madeline's lips.

She offered him a smile and a nod, "I did. How was your day?" she asked him.

"It was exceptionally good. So much that I wished it didn't end," said Calhoun and Madeline understood how much he must have wished for his mother to stay alive here, with him. He walked towards the bed, sitting next to the space near Madeline while continuing to hold their child. "But then I realized it was possibly the best for her to stay in a place that would not remind her of anything that has happened in this world."

Madeline had only heard what Constance had experienced, but Calhoun had witnessed it. Only he knew the pain his mother had gone through. She placed her hand on his arm.

"How are you doing?" she asked him.

Calhoun offered Madeline a grin. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek, "Fantastic, especially with you and our boy with me."

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