Chapter 377: Forget Me, This Sinful Grandma

After hearing Grandma’s words, I went completely silent.For as long as I could remember, she had always been the one who treated me with the most kindness. In that house full of cold faces and quiet cruelty, she had been the only warm place I could run to.

I used to think she was the most selfless soul in the Morrigans pack. I thought she had spent her whole life giving everything to this family while staying kind even to outsiders.

But now, everything felt different.

I thought about Yael’s twisted nature, about the messy bond between Vito and Whitney, about Amber breaking down because of Dominic, and even about Wisteria becoming someone I could barely recognize.

All of it traced back to the past.

To Grandma.

Could I really say I was blameless? Could I say the entire Blackwell pack was guilty while we were innocent? The Morrigans’ shadow had been hanging over them for years, poisoning everything.

It seemed Grandma truly believed she had shown mercy back then. In her mind, if the Blackwells had simply lowered their heads and accepted their fate, only Mrs. Blackwell Senior would have suffered. The rest could have survived, healed, and moved on.

But because they fought back, because they refused to bury their hatred, the feud had dragged on for three generations.

I could understand the way she thought.

This was a world where people clawed upward or got crushed. Strength ruled. Dominance ruled. Everyone wanted to rise higher, no matter what it cost.

But I still couldn’t agree with her.

If the Morrigans pack had gained wealth and power by stepping on others, then I would rather have lived poor and ordinary.

Without the hatred that haunted the Blackwells, my brothers might have grown up to live simple lives. I might never have met Luke. I definitely would not be standing here, facing such a tragic end.

Maybe in another life, I would have been with Lewis from the start.

But could I really blame Grandma?

We were the ones who had benefited from all of this. That made us the least qualified to judge her.

It was too late now.

Every choice had already been made, and all that was left was to bear the price of what the Morrigans had done.

Grandma’s words only made the Blackwells angrier.

Dominic’s usually calm face hardened with fury. His scent turned colder, heavier, filling the air with quiet pressure.

"So," he said, his voice sharp, "you want me to thank you for your great kindness?"

His eyes burned as he stared at Grandma.

"My sister was torn from our mother’s arms as an infant. She was denied her mother’s milk, and not long after, she died. And now you still dare speak like this?"

His jaw tightened.

"If we show mercy to you, then who will ever show mercy to us?"

He stepped closer, his gaze cruel and cold.

"You want us to leave, or are you planning to wipe us out? You know exactly what you’re doing. You twist the truth so you can look noble in front of your granddaughter."

His voice dropped lower.

"It’s disgusting."

At that point, the truth no longer mattered.

What mattered was simple.

The Morrigans pack owed the Blackwells.

And there was no escaping that debt.

I stepped forward quickly, trying to ease the tension before it snapped completely.

"Mr. Blackwell," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady, "the Morrigans have already wronged you. They’ve paid with three lives. Whitney has suffered for twenty years. She’s lived worse than someone already buried. The Morrigans are already falling apart, and Greg is barely hanging on. Isn’t that enough?"

I was terrified that if Dominic’s rage didn’t cool, none of us would leave this place alive.

"Enough?" Dominic sneered. "Let the Blackwell ancestors decide that."

Then he gave the order.

"Take them to the graves."

I had known this day would come.

The Blackwells were going to use Morrigans blood to honor their dead.

Grandma and Malcom could barely stand, yet the men in black dragged them away without care. Malcom looked almost lifeless in their hands, like a broken body being hauled across the ground.

Afraid Grandma would be treated the same way, I quickly crouched in front of her.

"Grandma, get on. I’ll carry you."

"Elena, I..." she whispered weakly.

"Get on my back," I said firmly.

No matter what she had done, no matter how the Blackwells saw her, she was still my Grandma.

I couldn’t change the past.

But I could do this much for her now.

Grandma had always been slender, even when she was younger. Age had made her even lighter. These past few months, she seemed to have lost more weight instead of gaining any.

When I lifted her onto my back, she felt painfully light.

Too light.

Her voice trembled near my ear.

"Elena, I’m so sorry."

I gave a small smile, even though my chest hurt.

"You don’t need to apologize. You took care of me when I was little. Now it’s my turn to look after you. No matter what happens, that’s what a granddaughter should do."

Vivian and Malcom heard everything.

Vivian looked at me with tears filling her eyes, but she said nothing.

Whitney spoke to the bodyguards and gestured for them to move aside. Then she and Vivian helped Malcom catch up with us. Dominic watched with a cold smile but didn’t stop them.

Only when we stepped outside did I realize we weren’t at the same place Yael had brought me to before.

The air outside was thick with danger.

My sharpened senses picked it up at once. The ground, the wind, even the night itself felt wrong. Then I saw them.

Snakes.

They were everywhere around us, moving through the dark like a living wall.

Vivian had never seen anything like it. She screamed at once.

"Ah! So many snakes!"

"Shut up," Dominic said coldly. "Or I’ll cut your tongue out."

Vivian instantly went silent, tears pouring down her face.

I ignored her panic and kept walking with Grandma on my back.

After a while, Grandma spoke softly.

"I must be heavy. Put me down. I can walk."

"You’re not heavy at all, Grandma," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "You’re too light, actually. Haven’t you been eating well?"

She didn’t answer right away.

Her gaze drifted toward the endless sea ahead, as if her thoughts had gone somewhere far away.

Greg, now freshly bandaged, caught up with us. Then Wisteria appeared again like a ghost out of nowhere, her cloak moving in the wind and showing the white dress beneath it.

A chill ran through me.

I had a terrible feeling that today would be the end of the Morrigans pack.

And I was powerless to stop it.

I couldn’t protect Grandma much longer.

Maybe she sensed it too, because she leaned closer and whispered into my ear, just like she used to when she wanted to share a secret with me.

"I always thought Luke wasn’t right for you," she said softly. "Now I know I was right. You should be with Lewis. He’s a good boy."

I nodded, my throat tight.

"I know, Grandma. I’ll never let Lewis down."

She was quiet for a moment, then she said in a trembling voice, "I only wish I could see you get married. I would have loved to help you take care of your children. Do you think you’d have a handsome boy or a beautiful girl? I really wanted to see that..."

Her words cut deep.

My eyes filled with tears, and this time I didn’t even try to stop them.

We both knew the Blackwells’ graveyard would not only hold their ancestors today.

The Morrigans would be buried there too.

My second life had changed nothing.

All I could do was watch fate unfold right in front of me.

And even if I could change it, what would I do? If I protected the Morrigans, would that erase the suffering of the Blackwells? Wouldn’t that make me no different from the evil that started all this?

This was fate.

A cruel one no one could outrun.

Today would be the end of the Morrigans.

As for me...

I didn’t know when death would come for me, only that it would someday.

My voice shook as I whispered, "I’ll have two, Grandma. When the time comes, I’ll bring them to see you. Is that alright?"

I couldn’t even bring myself to lie and tell her she would live a long life.

Grandma smiled faintly against my shoulder.

"Two is good," she murmured. "One boy, one girl."

Then she said something that broke me completely.

"It’s a blessing that you came back in Riley’s body. That way, you won’t carry Morrigans blood. You’ll live clean. Pure. Your children won’t carry this curse either. That’s better, Elena. Very good."

My tears fell harder.

"Elena," she whispered, "my time is coming. After I’m gone, don’t hate the Blackwells. This is a debt I owe them."

Her voice was weak, but clear.

"Don’t keep carrying old grudges. Live a good life with Lewis. Forget me. Forget this sinful Grandma. Forget those heartless relatives."

Her hand trembled lightly against my shoulder.

"Don’t be sad for us. Keep going. Don’t look back