Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

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As soon as Bella saw Aengus' face, her eyes brimmed with tears. She stormed toward him, desperate to feel his touch, to feel his love, as if her very life depended on it.

Aengus stood tall, his expression softening as he opened his arms to accept Bella's embrace without hesitation.

"Bella... My Love, I have missed you so much," Aengus said, his voice low and filled with emotion as he felt the familiar warmth of her embrace.

"Wooh Woooh. I missed you too, husband," Bella sniffled like a child, burying her face in his chest like a pillow, her voice choking with overwhelming emotion. "Why did you make me wait so long, husband? Do you know how I had to endure each day without you?"

Her watery eyes gazed into his, brimming with longing and the pain of separation.

Though only three years had passed, to Bella, it felt like an eternity.

Aengus took in her appearance—still the same stunning beauty from when she had left him. Yet, there was a newfound maturity in her eyes, evidence of the experiences she had endured during their time apart.

"I know... Trust me..." Aengus said softly, leaning closer to press a light kiss on her lips.

Bella licked her lips instinctively, as if wanting more, her eyes filled with an insatiable craving for his love.

However, before anything more could unfold, the old man, Hexagon, cleared his throat and interrupted with a cough.

"Ahem... Are you two done with your emotional reunion?" he asked exasperatedly, "Now, don't start fulfilling your biological needs right in front of my eyes."

Though his words were sharp, his gaze was warm and kind, clearly happy to see the two together.

"Grandfather," Bella said coyly, her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment and she reluctantly moved away from Aengus' chest.

Her mischievous eyes darted toward old man Hexagon, while Aengus looked on, utterly perplexed.

"Why is she calling him Grandfather?" Aengus wondered, his confusion deepening.

Only then did Aengus carefully examine the old man's information. The name Hexagon Osaris stood out to him, sparking a memory. If he recalled correctly, his mother's last name before marriage was also Osaris.

Both the old man and his mother were from the same lineage.

Could it be...?

As the realization dawned in his eyes, Hexagon's smile widened knowingly.

"Yes," the old man said, his voice brimming with warmth. "I am your maternal grandfather, child. Eleanora is my very own daughter."

Aengus stood there, momentarily stunned, piecing together this unexpected revelation.

Bella sat beside him lovingly, while Hexagon gave him ample time to process everything.

After a while, Aengus asked, "So you're the one who manipulated my old self to enter that trial? And why have I never seen you before?"

Old man Hexagon nodded. "Yes, but it was at Eleanora's request. She was in deep grief after witnessing the cruel treatment you received as the eldest son. It was heartbreaking for her, so she sought my help. I had no choice but to find a way for her."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Suddenly, Hexagon grew enraged, clenching his fists tightly.

"And as for why I never got to see you children or my daughter all these years, it's because my daughter was kidnapped by your father and grandfather in the name of so-called love. But in reality, she was used as a breeding tool because she was the bearer of the Ultimate Law of Life."

Aengus was struck speechless by the cruel revelation, his heart heavy.

"Is this why my father and the Degaro family acted so cruelly toward her? Is this why they were so disappointed in my lack of talent?" Aengus muttered bitterly, his voice filled with sorrow.

All this time, he held a small hope that his father's coldness stemmed only from disappointment in his abilities—something he believed he could overcome by growing stronger. But now, the cold reality hit him like a hammer.

They were not a family. They were manipulators who valued nothing beyond their own selfish interests. There was no love, only calculation.

"I tried to intervene, child," Hexagon said, his tone gentler now. "But the Degaro family is ruthless. They sealed off all ties between your mother and me. Eleanora sacrificed her freedom to protect you, even when she was treated as nothing more than a prisoner. She endured it all... for you and your younger siblings."

"They even wanted to get rid of you because they saw you as a disgrace to their name. Your mother came to know that and only then she secretly asked for my help," Hexagon confirmed with a sad sigh, delivering the final blow.

With that, Aengus slumped into his seat, his eyes hollow and distant.

"Husband!"

Bella held Aengus' hand tightly as she called out to him worriedly, as if unwilling to ever let go. She had never seen him break down so emotionally before.

With Bella's worried voice reaching his ears, Aengus recovered swiftly, turning his heart as cold and hard as stone.

This greatly astonished Hexagon. Just moments ago, his grandson had appeared broken, consumed by despair, yet in the next moment, he seemed casual, cold, and detached, as if he had already accepted the harsh reality. Even his expressionless face gave no hint of whether he was angry or sad.

It seemed his grandson truly had the ability to control his emotions as he claimed—a rare and extraordinary gift that few could achieve. Emotions often led people astray, but Aengus wielded mastery over his.

"I'm fine," Aengus said calmly, "I just had a reality check, perhaps. But if all of this proves false, you will pay a great price, old man." His gaze bore into Hexagon's eyes, cold and piercing. Though deep inside, he believed most of what had been said was true.

"Brat, is that any way to talk to your grandfather?" Hexagon said with a displeased expression.

"That's not proven yet," Aengus shrugged nonchalantly.

"Anyway," Aengus continued, his tone softening as he lowered his head slightly, "thank you for saving Bella and Aria. I'll never forget that debt. I will repay it."

"Aria? Your other wife?" Hexagon raised an eyebrow in surprise before his expression turned grave. "Oh, grandson, it seems like you know everything. But you've certainly stepped into some deep shit," he muttered, his tone suddenly serious.