Chapter 447 Lawyer

"Mom… who is that man?" Dale asked quietly.

The room fell into a brief, heavy silence.

Francis instinctively stepped closer, his brows furrowing as he strained to catch every word.

They had already been back in White Bone City for weeks, yet the memory of that day remained as vivid as ever.

The image of that lone figure standing amid mountains of corpses, the sky dyed red with blood and fire, refused to fade.

Thousands had died in mere moments.

Such a scene carved itself into the soul, impossible to forget no matter how much time passed.

Evelyn did not answer right away.

Her gaze drifted toward the window, toward the distant city walls and the quiet streets beyond.

When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle, but there was an unmistakable weight beneath it.

"It's still too early for you to know about him, my son," she said softly.

"Rest now. You will have many chances to understand him in the future."

Dale wanted to ask more, but the look in his mother's eyes stopped him.

Francis clenched his fists, sensing that the truth she withheld was far heavier than any answer she could give them now.

Today, Dale and Francis were only sixteen years old.

They were still standing at the threshold between childhood and adulthood, unprepared for the truth that waited beyond it.

One day, they would come to know that man—his power, his past, and the reason the world trembled at his name.

For now, all they could see was their father: a man who had suddenly grown old, his body frail and broken, confined to silence and weakness.

They saw only his decline, not the storm he once was.

They had yet to witness the true him—and when they finally did, the memory of this moment would return to them with chilling clarity.

While most of the people watching trembled in fear at the sight of Riley—the infamous Handsome Butcher—three women felt something entirely different.

Where others saw a walking calamity, they saw an opportunity they had waited for far too long.

Their excitement was carefully concealed, but it burned brightly beneath the surface.

"I think that man is Master Riley," Sarah said in a hushed voice, her eyes never leaving the figure in the distance.

Ivy studied him just as closely, her gaze sharp and calculating. After a moment, she nodded. "I think so too. His posture, his presence… it feels familiar."

"Same," Grace added softly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, drawing in a slow breath. "I can smell him."

Since becoming immortal, their senses had evolved to an unbelievable degree.

Sight, sound, even scent had long surpassed human limits.

Blood, killing intent, and that unmistakable aura that clung to Riley were things they could never mistake.

The man who had slaughtered countless savages with cold efficiency could only be one person.

"So Master can also appear as a man in perfect health," Sarah murmured, her lips curling slightly. "Does that mean his disability is fake?"

Ivy shook her head. "I don't think so. If he wanted to deceive the world, there are far easier ways." Her eyes darkened. "But it doesn't matter either way."

Grace let out a quiet laugh. "Exactly. What matters is what we want."

The three women turned to look at one another, a silent understanding passing between them.

They had all adored Riley for long before. Now, fate had finally placed him within reach.

There was no hesitation in their hearts, no doubt in their minds.

They were not about to waste this chance.

Lowering their voices even further, the three leaned closer together, whispering rapidly as they laid out their plan.

Every word was measured, every glance shared with intent.

Whatever they decided to do next, one thing was certain—this meeting would not end quietly.

One morning, after breakfast had ended and the servants dispersed to their duties, Sarah pushed Riley's wheelchair along the stone corridor toward his cultivation room.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor.

The mansion felt calm—too calm.

Sarah slowed her steps, her eyes flicking left and right. She paused briefly, listening.

When she confirmed that no one was nearby, relief washed over her face.

A small, daring smile appeared as she leaned closer to Riley.

Lowering her voice to a whisper meant only for him, she said, "Master… come to my room tonight. Ivy, Grace, and I have prepared a surprise for you."

Her words lingered in the air for a heartbeat.

Then she straightened as if nothing had happened and resumed pushing the wheelchair, her pulse racing.

Though Riley gave no response, the faint curve of his lips did not escape her notice.

That night, the three women gathered in Sarah's room.

The lamps were dim, and the atmosphere was thick with nervous excitement. Every sound from the corridor made them tense.

"Is he really going to come?" Sarah asked, pacing back and forth, unable to stay still.

Ivy sat on the edge of the bed, her expression calm but her fingers tightly clasped together. "I don't know," she admitted quietly.

Time dragged on. Midnight arrived, then passed.

The lamps burned lower, and doubt began to creep into their hearts. Perhaps they had been too bold.

Perhaps Riley had chosen to ignore them.

Grace exhaled softly. "Maybe we misjudged—"

Before she could finish, the door slowly opened.

The sound was soft, but it felt thunderous in the silent room.

All three women froze and turned toward the entrance.

Standing there was a tall, extremely handsome man, his posture relaxed, his eyes sharp and filled with unmistakable amusement.

Gone was the frail figure bound to a wheelchair.

The man before them radiated vitality and quiet authority, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier.

He looked at the three of them, his gaze lingering as if he were savoring their reactions.

"Sorry," Riley said with a faint chuckle, stepping fully inside, "I'm late to the party."

The door closed behind him with a soft click, sealing the moment—and whatever was about to follow—away from the rest of the world.

"Master Riley!"

The three women could not hide their joy as they bowed deeply in unison.

Their voices carried relief, excitement, and something far deeper—something they had held back for years.

Riley's gaze moved slowly over them. Sarah, Ivy, and Grace stood before him as though this night were the most important turning point of their lives.

Their normally composed expressions were filled with anticipation and quiet resolve.

They wore thin, carefully chosen dresses that clung softly to their figures, elegant yet undeniably alluring.

Nothing about their appearance was accidental.

Their intentions were so clear that even a blind man would have understood them at a glance.

Riley sighed softly.

He had no desire to toy with their feelings, nor to burden them with unnecessary hesitation.

"Are you truly sure about this?" he asked, his tone calm but serious.

"The three of you don't have to do this. You are free—free to see the world, to make your own choices, to fall in love if you wish. You don't need to bind yourselves to me."

For a moment, the room was silent. Then the three of them stepped forward together.

"We're sure, Master," they said in perfect unison, their voices steady, as though they had rehearsed these words a thousand times in their hearts.

"All we want… all we have ever wanted… is to remain by your side."

There was no hesitation in their eyes, no trace of doubt. They meant every word.

This was not a fleeting impulse, nor a decision made in the heat of the moment.

It was the result of years of admiration, loyalty, and longing quietly nurtured in silence.

More than that, they understood their own natur now.

As immortals, loving a mortal would only lead to eventual loss and loneliness.

Time would take everything in the end. But with Riley, they believed that time itself could be defied.

With him, they did not fear separation. With him, they were certain that their paths would not diverge.

Whatever awaited them in the future—glory, danger, or eternity—they wished to face it at his side, together.

"Okay," Riley said softly as he began to walk toward them.

His footsteps were unhurried, yet each one seemed to echo loudly in the quiet room.

The three women felt their hearts race as the distance between them closed.

The air grew heavy, thick with anticipation and unspoken desire, as if the room itself sensed what was about to unfold.

Riley stopped before them, his presence overwhelming despite his calm expression.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, no uncertainty—only quiet acceptance.

Tonight was not born of impulse, but of long-suppressed feelings finally given permission to surface.

For Sarah, Ivy, and Grace, this was the culmination of years of longing and devotion.

For Riley, it was a moment that would change the bond between them forever.

Whatever happened next would not be forgotten.

Tonight was destined to be explosive—for all of them.