Charm Master: Astrel Grey

Chapter 3: New Life

Charm Master: Astrel Grey

Chapter 3: New Life

At Selar Private Hospital, Premium Floor, inside VIP room 4, Theon and Asria stood next to the bed with hushed breaths, their tightly clasped hands the only indication of their inner turmoil.

It has been two hours since their long-lost daughter was ushered into the VIP room, and they have also been standing next to her bed in that same amount of time.

A small clattering sound jolted the couple from their dazed reverie.

The sliding door of the VIP room opened wide, long knuckles gripped the handle with force and a tall young man in a white hospital coat rushed inside the room, beads of sweat slid down his neck and down the collar of his coat.

Following behind him are two younger men, one wearing a black training suit, and the other is sitting on an automatic wheelchair with a white blanket over his legs.

Theon and Asria’s heads snapped back to the direction of the door. Their tensed faces softened down at seeing the faces of the visitors.

“Art, Alex, Al…” Asria’s eyes reddened at the sight of her three sons. The tears that she had been holding since she gazed on the sleeping face of her long-lost daughter lying in the hospital bed finally broke free from her restraints.

Artheus Grey, the oldest, hurriedly took his mother in his arms. His hand gently soothed her trembling back like what she used to do to them when they were young.

“Mom, don’t cry.” Art did not know what else to say. He isn’t the vocal type, and the only thing he could do is to continue patting his mother’s back to somehow alleviate the heartache that she is feeling.

Alexander Grey, the second child, looked down at his third brother, Alsace Grey with worry swimming in his black pupils.

But Alsace did not notice his second brother’s look. His attention has only been on the figure in the bed. His pale-white fingers clutched the armrest of his wheelchair with force, his nails digging down on the expensive leather, marring it with white half-crescent moon marks.

His crippled right knee that has been healed for years seems to sting, jolting him awake from the memory of when he was 8 years old, the day when his little sister was taken away from his arms by two adult men covered in black from head to toe.

It has been 12 years, but his crippled knee has always been a reminder that he lost his precious little sister in front of his eyes. Although his parents and elder brothers would always comfort him that the k********g was not his fault, Alsace had always blamed himself for being so weak, and that self-blame snowballed with the years passing by that they hadn’t found her.

Now, seeing the figure in the bed, Alsace felt his eyes sting, tears threatening to fall down as a small 5-year-old figure emerged in his vision, calling out ‘Third brother Al!’.

A pat on both his shoulders woke Alsace up. He looked towards the owners of the hands. His father and second brother, Alex, gave him encouraging smiles, their eyes the same bloodshot eyes as his.

“Let’s go, let’s watch beside Astrel’s bed and wait for her to wake up.” Theon gave his third son one last pat before taking over his eldest son to comfort his wife and leading his family next to the bed of their little princess.

“We’re finally complete…it took 12 years, but we’re finally complete again.” Theon muttered, the realization finally dawning on all of them like a ray of light breaking through the dissipating thunderclouds.

Unbeknownst to the Grey family, their little princess that seems to be sleeping peacefully has been awake for a few minutes since the door of the VIP room was opened from the outside.

The moment Ashtal woke up, she did not hurriedly open her eyes as she felt the surroundings with her soul force. An image of the interior of the VIP room appeared in her mind, and it includes the five of the Grey family in it along with their burst of emotions from a moment ago.

Every single thing inside the room is unfamiliar, and it is especially so for the five individuals that are crowding around her bed.

Ashtal could deduce the current situation from the conversation of the family of five. And she could also feel the different energy tunnel structure of her current body that differs greatly from her original one.

‘I actually reincarnated into the dying body of a teenage girl that had just been found by her family.’ Ashtal thought as she remembered the time she regained consciousness for a bit, but her soul force fluctuated violently at the thought of family.

She had just detonated herself with her father and brother in the celestial empire, and now she is going to live as the daughter of a family that has been missing for 12 years.

Even her own family that had raised her until 20 years old wanted to kill her for their own benefit, and this reincarnation of hers has been away from her family for 12 years.

Ashtal couldn’t imagine what sort of treatment she would receive, but she couldn’t just leave without any knowledge of the world that she currently resides in.

Deciding on her next course of action, Ashtal will not leave until she understands most of the common and needed knowledge of the world that she will be living in from now on.

With her plan to leave put on hold, Ashtal’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as her lids slowly opened, revealing jet-black pupils glowing with golden runic inscriptions that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye.

Her small movements did not escape the notice of the family of five, and the moment her eyes adjusted to the light, she came face to face with the expectant, worried, guilty, jubilant and apprehensive expressions of her new family in this world.

Theon, Asria, Artheus, Alexander and Alsace all leaned towards Ashtal, their eyes brimming with new unshed tears, their hands reaching out to grab the blanket or bedsheet on her bed due to their excitement.

“My Astrel!”

“My baby girl!’

“Little sister!”

“Little sis!”

“Baby sis!”

“YOU’RE AWAKE!”

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Meanwhile, in VIP room 1 on the same Premium floor, a thin man wearing a black suit and silver-framed glasses walked in from the outside with a tablet in his hand.

“Third young master, I have already informed the Second Master and Second Madam of what happened.”

Corin Hale looked at the indifferent reaction of the young man sitting upright in the hospital bed.

His raven hair swept back, showing a smooth forehead, leading down to his tall nose and thin pale lips due to blood loss, but the most intense feature of his face was his eyes.

They are framed under thick sword eyebrows by sharp phoenix-shaped eyes holding silver-blue pupils like the frozen lake reflecting the light of the moon. There is also a prominent, attention-grabbing diamond-shaped mole sitting just at the crook of the left side of his neck.

The only thing disrupting this piece of art of a living human is the roll of bloodstained white gauze around his left arm starting from the protruding bone of the wrist to the elbow.

He has been the personal life assistant of the third young master of the Marivaldi clan, Silvar Reos Marivaldi for two years since the latter came of age, but he would always feel a bit timid at seeing those calm and unperturbed eyes.

“I have also contacted the main WX hospital here to arrange your transfer.” Corin looked down at his tablet and opened the conversation with the director-in-charge of the WX hospital regarding the time of the transfer.

“There is no need for a transfer for such a small wound.” Silvar looked down at his bandaged arm with a deep haze lingering in his pupils.

Corin did not notice the change in Silvar’s mood, but his hovering finger above the send button landed on the delete button as he formed another message pertaining to the wishes of the third young master.

In those two years, Corin at least learned that following the command of the third young master is similar to following the royal decree of the ancient kingdoms. Disobeying will be like being decapitated by the intense chilly stare of the third young master.

“Yes, third young master.”

“The doctor said that the wound is a minor injury, and you can be discharged once you have rested…?” Corin took a deep breath and raised his eyes, only to be met with his third young master looking down motionlessly at the dressed-up wound on his arm.

Silvar did not react at Corin’s words. He kept on staring at his left arm, his silver-blue pupils seem to have been doused with eternal frost at the recollection of the accident that happened just an hour ago.

It was a car accident, and all the recorded road monitoring videos show that everything had just coincided perfectly into a small accident, but Silvar felt his head getting murkier at the thought that this accident was the third time that happened to him in the span of seven months.

How can something be so coincidental? And how can he be so unlucky to experience such accidents?

Silvar was brought back to the present by a throat-clearing sound from Corin.

“Uhm, third young master?” Corin really didn’t want to disturb his third young master’s thoughts, but he still needed to ask his third young master of the time for his discharge.

Silvar threw the thoughts of suspicion at the back of his mind. He raised his sight and nodded at Corin.

“You can deal with my discharge procedures in an hour. I would just rest for a bit before going straight to the estate.”