After successfully redeeming them, Aurora Rivers faked her death and disappeared.
She transmigrated back, twenty years into the future.
The six villains she had redeemed were, on the surface, cruel, cold-blooded, and misanthropic doomsday creators.
But behind the scenes, every one of them was a poor, pitiable soul—neglected and unloved, with tragic childhoods and frail, sickly bodies.
Aurora Rivers discovered that a single hug could make them drop their guard, a word of praise could make their eyes light up like stars, and a simple kiss could make them shyly cover their faces.
‘My God, these aren’t villains at all, they’re unbelievably cute!!’
“This is bad, the Family Head is having another episode!” An urgent, anxious voice cried out, and chaos quickly erupted all around.
Aurora Rivers, who had just returned, was suddenly shoved from behind.
She was about to fall when someone grabbed her arm and steadied her.
The person holding her was calmly and coolly giving orders.
“Take the Family Head to the seclusion room!
Control him, but be careful not to hurt him, and don’t let him hurt himself!
Go get Miss Chambers.
Miss Chambers can help with his condition.”
Aurora Rivers pressed a hand to her head, forcing her eyes open against the darkness.
Her pupils began to refocus.
As they adjusted to the light, her once clear and innocent eyes instantly transformed, becoming sharp, serene, and incomparably resilient.
She looked up, her gaze falling on the person who had steadied her.
He was a middle-aged man.
She heard someone call him Mr.
King.
Mr.
King met the young woman’s intense, jet-black eyes and froze for a moment.
He suddenly felt an invisible pressure and thought she looked vaguely familiar.
However, there was no time for him to dwell on it.
Considering the Family Head’s condition, his expression grew grave and serious again as he ordered a nearby servant, “Bring them along too.”
Only then did Aurora Rivers realize she was in a line with a group of other young women.
Not knowing the situation or where she was, she chose to wait and see, following the group.
From a distance, she could hear a woman protesting and arguing.
“I’m not going in there to calm him down!
He’s a monster!
Stop forcing me!”
“Miss Chambers, you know you’re the only one who can calm the Family Head,” a servant by her side pleaded.
Isla Chambers covered her ears and stomped her foot.
Her eyes, filled with sarcasm, darted toward Aurora Rivers’s group.
“The only one?”
Mr.
King’s gaze was dark and sharp.
“The Family Head is very unstable right now.
The sedatives aren’t having any effect.
If you’re unwilling, then I’ll have no choice but to have you escorted in.”
At his words, the color drained from Isla Chambers’s face.
She glanced at the bodyguards beside her, who looked ready to move.
Biting her lip, she finally gave in, humiliated.
“I understand.”
A bodyguard opened a heavy iron door, and Isla Chambers shuffled forward reluctantly.
The seclusion room was constructed like a giant iron cage.
It was completely dark inside, like the entrance to hell.
A thick stench of blood and a malevolent aura emanated from within, accompanied by the constant sound of fists hitting flesh and agonizing screams.
Aurora Rivers crossed her arms, her expression calm and inquisitive.
Isla Chambers held her breath, her heart pounding violently.
Her eyes were filled with tension and fear.
The most direct reason she was unwilling to soothe the terrifying man inside was simply that she was truly afraid.
Just as Isla Chambers stepped inside, a bruised, bloody figure flew past her, slamming hard against the iron bars.
The shock of it made her whole body tremble, and she froze in place.
Very close to her, she could hear ragged, ferocious breathing.
The hair on Isla Chambers’s neck stood on end.
Forcing herself to look up, she met a pair of bestial, crimson eyes filled with hatred.
This time, she couldn’t hold back a scream.
As the man reached a large hand toward her, she stumbled back in terror, tears streaming from her eyes.
“No, don’t!
Stay away from me!”
“Winston Wyatt, you’re a lunatic, a demon, a violent maniac, an inhuman monster!”
Winston Wyatt?!
Hearing that name, Aurora Rivers suddenly stood up straight, dropping the arms she had crossed over her chest.
Her gaze sharpened with focus.
Isla Chambers was sobbing, looking pitiful and helpless, yet her defiant shouts were like those of a kitten backed into a corner, baring claws that couldn’t inflict any real pain.
Anyone seeing her like this would have felt a pang of pity.
However, Mr.
King’s gaze was stern, his tone a clear warning.
“Miss Chambers, you are here to calm the Family Head, not to agitate him.”
“Whether I’m here or not, you’ll just find someone else to calm Winston Wyatt anyway.” After saying this, Isla Chambers turned and ran without a second glance.
“Win?”
Mr.
King was just about to order someone to grab Isla Chambers, but he froze in astonishment when he suddenly heard someone dare to call the Family Head by that name.
Everyone present was stunned.
Even the beaten subordinate propped his head up.
‘Who could be so bold?’
The man’s familiar brows and eyes overlapped with her memory of the soft, chubby-cheeked little boy he used to be.
Winston Wyatt was one of the doomsday-creating villains.
If they were ranked by age, he was the fourth.
When Aurora Rivers transmigrated twenty years into the past, this great world-ending demon was only six years old.
She hadn’t taken the easy way out and killed him, but chose instead to take advantage of his young, impressionable age to straighten out his twisted values and paranoid personality.
“Win,” Aurora Rivers said, walking over.
The name was an old one.
No one had called him that in twenty years.
It was as if saying it aloud could stir up dust.
Winston Wyatt’s frenzied, crimson eyes moved mechanically.
As he watched the approaching figure, a flicker of disbelieving clarity returned to his gaze.
But reason was quickly swallowed again, because that person had died twenty years ago.
The memory of that person dying right in front of him, leaving not even bones behind, instantly filled Winston Wyatt with an even more intense anguish.
He roared, completely losing his mind.
Bestial howls of rage and sorrow tore from his throat as he instinctively began to destroy everything in his sight.
He thrashed about wildly, sending several bodyguards who tried to restrain him flying.
Without so much as blinking, Aurora Rivers reached out and caught his arm.
Winston Wyatt subconsciously pulled back his strength, afraid of hurting her.
“Win, what’s wrong?
Calm down and look closely.
It’s me.” Aurora Rivers cupped his face, holding his head still and forcing his eyes to meet hers at close range.
The impact was undoubtedly immense, and the sensation of her touch was so real.
Winston Wyatt covered Aurora Rivers’s hands with his own, rubbing his face against her palm.
A moment later, tears fell.
“Teacher…”
“Yes.”
“Teacher.”
“Yes,” Aurora Rivers responded patiently.
“Teacher!” Winston Wyatt wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his grip so strong it was as if he wanted to embed his years of longing into her very bones.
Feeling her neck grow damp with his tears, Aurora Rivers felt a bit helpless as she reached out and ruffled his hair.
“You’re a grown man now.
Why are you still such a crybaby, just like when you were little?”
Winston Wyatt’s shoulders trembled, unable to speak as his tears flowed even more fiercely.
Mr.
King and the others watched, utterly dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.
‘It actually worked.’
This was only the second person who could soothe the Family Head.
And this woman was even more effective than Isla Chambers.
Even when Isla managed to soothe him, she could never make the Family Head calm down completely.