Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 593: His own creation [3]

Late in the evening, after the visitors had left and the hospital corridors had grown quiet, Brandon slipped into the private recovery room.

The lights were dimmed, casting a soft, warm glow over the space.

Marzella was lying propped up against several pillows.

In her arms, she cradled the newborn baby boy, who was sleeping peacefully against her chest.

When she saw Brandon enter, her eyes lit up with quiet joy.

She smiled softly, shifting slightly to make room as he approached the bed.

"You came," she whispered.

Brandon sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze moving from her face to the tiny baby in her arms.

For a long moment, he simply looked at the child with an unreadable expression.

Marzella reached out with her free hand and gently took his.

"I wanted to tell you in private," she said softly. "I named him Brandon."

He looked up at her in surprise "Brandon..."

Marzella nodded, a gentle smile on her lips as she looked down at the sleeping baby.

"I thought... it felt right. After everything you’ve done for me these past months. You’ve been such an important part of this. I wanted him to carry something of you."

She gently adjusted the blanket around the baby, her fingers brushing over the newborn’s soft cheek.

"I hope you don’t mind," she muttered with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she looked at his face.

Brandon stared at the baby as the weight of the paradox settled heavily on his shoulders.

He just witnessed his own birth... and now he was being told that his mother had named him after the man who had helped create him.

A faint, complicated smile touched his lips.

"I don’t mind," he said softly, reaching out to gently touch the baby’s small hand. "It’s... a good name."

Marzella’s expression softened further.

She leaned her head against his shoulder "I’m glad. Even if his father can’t always be there... I hope he’ll feel your presence somehow."

Brandon gently wrapped an arm around her, holding both her and the newborn close.

His gaze quivered, knowing what is going to happen to Marzella and there is no way for him to prevent that.

Azyrth De Tiamareth, the Divinity whois hostile to Rheanne in Divine Realm will take over her body as a vesel. [A/n: Read Chapter 430 if you forgot]

And no matter how much he wished otherwise, there was no way for him to prevent it. The loop had to continue. The timeline had to remain intact.

Looking at her, he muttered "Marzella, just remember this... no matter what happens, I will come and find you."

She lifted her head slightly, looking at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked softly, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. "Why are you saying it like that? Is something wrong?"

Brandon met her eyes, forcing a reassuring smile even as his heart twisted.

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face with his free hand.

"Nothing is wrong right now,"

"I just... want you to remember. No matter what happens in the future... I will always come for you. I promise."

Marzella stared at him for a moment, clearly sensing there was more he wasn’t saying.

But instead of pressing him, she simply nodded, "I’ll remember," she whispered, leaning back against him. "I trust you, Brandon."

She closed her eyes, relaxing into his embrace as she held their son closer.

Brandon held them both tightly, his jaw clenched as he fought back the storm of emotions inside him.

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Months passed since the birth of little Brandon.

Marzella mostly stepped away from active research during her recovery and early motherhood, focusing instead on caring for her son with the help of Elize and Ravene.

The laboratory had grown quiet. Most of the sensitive equipment and data have been carefully destroyed or hidden by Marzella herself shortly after giving birth.

But today, for the first time in a long while, she returned to the lab alone.

She needed to retrieve a few remaining personal items.

The underground facility was dimly lit and her footsteps echoed softly as she walked through the familiar corridors.

She just opened the main research chamber when it happened.

Click.

The sound of multiple safeties being disengaged filled the room.

Marzella froze in shock.

From the shadows, several women in black tactical clothing emerged with guns in their hands.

"Marzella Quillhart," one of them said coldly, stepping forward.

"You are under arrest for illegal ether research and violations of the Global Awakening Accords. Specifically, research involving the artificial induction of ether abilities in males."

Marzella’s expression remained calm, though her heart raced as she slowly raised her hands.

She stayed silent as they cuffed her wrists.

Her gaze swept across the lab; most of the critical data, serums, and equipment were wiped or dismantled after her pregnancy.

What remained were mostly decoys and incomplete fragments.

Still, the government found her.

’Good thing, i destroyed everything... they won’t know that I succeeded in creating it.’

As they led her out of the lab, one of the agents spoke into a communicator "Target secured. Minimal evidence recovered. Proceeding with interrogation."

Marzella allowed herself to be escorted without resistance.

’Brandon...’

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Marzella knelt on the floor of the dimly lit chamber, her hands bound behind her back with reinforced ether-suppressing cuffs.

Ji Sheng, the current World Leader who was sitting on an elevated platform, looked down at Marzella with a piercing gaze.

"Marzella Quillhart,"

"You have been conducting highly illegal research on male ether awakening. Tell me, who else was involved? What was your end goal? And how far did you progress?"

Marzella remained completely silent as she stared at the floor.

Ji Sheng leaned forward slightly, her tone growing colder.

"Silence will not help you. We already know you were attempting to create the first natural male ether user. This kind of research could destabilize the entire world order. Answer me."

Still, Marzella said nothing.

The room was quiet for several long seconds.

At that moment, a dark energy began to ooze from Ji Sheng’s body.

It slowly rose and coalesced in the air in front of her, forming a translucent female shape.

Ji Sheng’s eyes widened and she immediately stood up from her seat before kneeling on the floor in reverence, lowering her head.

"Lady Azyrth..." she said with deep respect and a hint of fear.

The translucent figure of Azyrth De Tiamareth looked down at Marzella with mild interest.

"This body... is surprisingly compatible," Azyrth said in amazement.

"Strong enough to serve as my vessel in this mortal world without immediate rejection."

Ji Sheng remained kneeling, not daring to raise her head "As expected of you, Lady Azyrth. We have prepared everything according to your will."

Azyrth’s translucent form drifted slightly closer to Marzella, observing her with curiosity.

"Soon... this vessel will be mine completely and I can destroy the faith of that bitch in this world."