Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 644: Marzella

Amelia returned first, with Selene following close behind her.

Selene had apparently been lying down because a few strands of her hair were slightly messy around one side of her face, and she was still fixing them with her fingers as she entered.

"We’re going now?" Selene asked.

Elize stood up from the couch with a faint giggle "If you’re ready."

Selene nodded immediately because she is curious to see her grandmother.

Within several minutes, the four women left the mansion.

The drive to the hospital began quietly.

Elize sat in the front while Amelia, Freya, and Selene satin the seats behind her.

For the first few minutes, the three women were more interested in watching the modern city pass beyond the windows.

Selene, however, barely looked outside.

She leaned back against the seat with her arms loosely folded and glanced at Elize "So... tell us about Grandma, Aunt Elize."

Elize’s eyes shifted toward the mirror "Grandma... huh."

"She is Papa’s mother," Selene replied matter-of-factly. "That makes her my grandmother."

Freya glanced at her daughter. "And my mother-in-law."

Amelia’s lips twitched. "Mine too."

Elize was silent for a second before letting out a small breath "I suppose she is."

Freya tilted her head. "You sound very reluctant to acknowledge that."

"That’s because your relationship to Marzella is much simpler than mine."

Elize kept her gaze ahead as the car moved through traffic "Marzella is Brandon’s biological mother. But she wasn’t the one who raised him."

Selene frowned slightly while Elize continued, "Ravene and I did."

Amelia’s eyes widened slightly.

That explained something she was wondering about since meeting the two women.

Brandon’s familiarity with Elize and Ravene always felt different from his relationships with everyone else.

Even after five hundred years, there was an ease in the way he approached them that felt deeply rooted.

"You raised Husband?" Amelia asked.

Elize nodded with a smile "Since he was young."

Freya leaned back slightly. "Then where was Marzella?"

Upon hearing this, Elize was quiet for a moment "It is quite... complicated to explain."

The answer was strange enough that Selene immediately looked toward her.

"Complicated?"

Elize wondered how to explain everything to the three women "Well, Marzella also loved him... in her own way."

Freya raised an eyebrow slightly "That sounds like there’s a very large ’but’ coming."

"There is."

Elize watched the road for another few seconds before continuing "Marzella was obsessed with creating a male awakener."

Selene’s eyes narrowed "Wait a minute..."

Elize’s fingers tightened faintly around the steering wheel.

"Brandon wasn’t born the way he is now. His adaptive cells and how he can use ether... much of that traces back to Marzella."

Amelia stared at the back of Elize’s seat.

For a moment, none of the three women spoke.

Freya was the first to understand "...Experiments?"

Elize gave a faint nod, and Selene’s arms slowly unfolded.

"On Papa?"

"Yes."

The atmosphere inside the vehicle changed immediately.

Amelia’s gaze quivered upon hearing this "How old was he?"

"In womb."

Selene closed her mouth in utter horror ’What the hell?’

She stared at the back of Elize’s seat in utter disbelief, wondering if she heard that correctly.

Elize continued "Marzella was trying to create something beyond the limits of an ordinary human body. Brandon became the subject of that research."

Amelia’s hands slowly curled together in her lap "So the reason he barely aged and can user ether is...?"

"Because of Marzella."

Freya clenched her jaw in anger "And she did all of this to her own son?"

Elize didn’t defend Marzella and gave a nod "Yes."

Selene’s voice grew colder "Why is she still alive?"

Amelia glanced toward her in surprise "Shh, Selene, what are you saying?"

"What?" Selene looked at her in frustration.

"You heard what Aunt Elize just said. She experimented on Papa before he was even born."

"I heard her." Amelia reached across and gently touched Selene’s arm.

"But we’ve only known this woman exists since yesterday. You can’t hear one part of a story and immediately start asking why she wasn’t killed."

Selene gritted her teeth, and her gaze dropped toward her lap ’No wonder...’

Yesterday she was angry because Brandon didn’t tell her anything about Marzella to them.

Now she was beginning to understand why he didn’t speak about her.

’I should apologize to him later.’

Meanwhile, Freya had a thoughtful look on her face "Wait a second... if you are the one taking care of him since he was young and now thatyou are in a relationship with him..."

Her eyes narrowed slightly toward the rearview mirror "Doesn’t that mean you groomed him-"

CREEEAK!

Elize slammed the brakes suddenly, and the entire car jerked forward.

Amelia’s hand shot out to brace against the seat in front of her while Selene let out a startled noise as she was thrown slightly against the seatbelt.

Elize slowly turned around in her seat with a flustered look on her face "That! That is not what happened!" she said quickly.

"Don’t just jump to conclusions like that!"

Amelia blinked, still recovering from the sudden stop "Elize... you almost gave us whiplash."

Elize’s ears were visibly red. She glanced between the three women in the back seat, clearly flustered.

"I raised him, yes. Ravene and I both did. But it was never... it was never like that. I treated him as a child who needed protection. Nothing more."

"The relationship only started much later... when he was already an adult."

"Do you think I spent years raising a child just so I could... that is not how it happened. Brandon grew up. He became a man and the feelings came later..."

She turned back toward the road with a quiet, embarrassed sigh and slowly started driving again.

"...Just don’t say things like that so suddenly," she muttered. "You’re going to give me a heart attack."

Amelia and Freya glanced at each other and couldn’t help but giggle.

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The car finally pulled into the hospital parking area.

The hospital lobby was quiet and clean as a few nurses walked past with clipboards.

Elize spoke quietly with the receptionist, and after a short elevator ride, the four of them walked down a long corridor until they reached a private room at the end.

Elize paused in front of the door for a brief second before pushing it open.

Marzella was lying on the hospital bed near the window, the afternoon light falling across the white sheets.

She looked thinner than any of them had expected.

Her face was pale, almost fragile, and her long hair had been carefully brushed to one side.

Several thin tubes and monitoring wires connected her to the machines beside the bed.

Amelia stepped in first and Freya followed more slowly, her expression unreadable.

Selene remained near the doorway for a moment longer, staring at the woman on the bed with a complicated mix of curiosity and residual anger.

Elize closed the door behind them and walked closer to the bedside.

"...She’s still the same," Elize said quietly. "No change since the last time."

Amelia’s gaze moved over Marzella’s face.

Freya crossed her arms loosely, standing a short distance from the bed "So this is my mother-in-law."

Selene looked down at Marzella for a moment, "She doesn’t look like someone who could do all those things."

Elize’s eyes softened slightly as she gazed at the woman on the bed "She was my best friend... it hurts to see her like this."

Hearing this, Freya tilted her head slightly "Heh, I wonder how my mother-in-law would react to see her best friend in a relationship with her own son."

Elize let out a soft breath "Well, I am scared of it too."

Amelia smiled dryly ’Why is every relationship within our family strange? First, with me and Florence... now I hear she is actually in a relationship with a man she raised.’

’I hope it doesn’t get any weird than this...’

Selene remained beside the bed, unusually quiet.

After a while, she reached toward Marzella’s hand and her fingers stopped a few centimeters away.

She hesitated and looked toward Elize.

"Can I?"

Elize’s expression softened "You don’t need my permission, dear."

Selene slowly took Marzella’s hand and her fingers gently curled around it while she stared at the sleeping woman.

"...Grandma."

Freya and Amelia both looked toward her.

Selene swallowed softly "You’re really troublesome, you know?"

A small, humorless smile touched her lips "I only found out you existed yesterday, and itis already complicated... I don’t know how to feel about you."

Selene rubbed her thumb gently across the back of Marzella’s hand.

"I don’t know if I like you."

"...I probably don’t."

She pulled a chair closer and sat beside the bed without releasing her grandmother’s hand.

Freya stared at her daughter for several seconds before sighing "Definitely her father’s daughter."

Selene looked over. "What?"

"Nothing."

Amelia quietly pulled another chair closer.

Then Freya did the same.

Elize remained standing for a moment, watching the three women settle around Marzella’s bed.

She then glanced at Marzella’s sleeping face ’...Marzella.’