Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 461: Wedding

Aurora, who knew the entire story far better than her siblings, understood exactly what Adam and Mary were hinting at beneath their calm words.

Even though she herself had never been raised by Asian parents, she had read countless threads and discussions online about how complicated that experience could sometimes be.

She knew, without any offense intended, that many Asian parents loved their children fiercely, often to the point of sacrifice.

At the same time, she had read story after story about how that love could twist under cultural pressure and become suffocating or even cruel.

In Adam’s case, his parents had kicked him out not because he was evil or rebellious, but because of a single so-called flaw... a disease that made him steal more often than others.

Some families might accept such conditions and do their best to be supportive.

Others, however, gradually crumbled under the weight of frustration and fear.

As the difficulty of caring for a sick child increased, some parents lost their patience and began to see their own child as a burden.

In the worst cases, that disappointment turned into emotional or physical abuse. A few, unable to cope, abandoned or disowned their children.

Aurora had seen posts describing such heartbreak. She had also seen people insist that not all Asian parents were like this, that many were loving and kind.

But certain families, especially half-Asian ones trying to balance Western individualism with rigid traditional expectations, sometimes ended up clinging to the harshest parts of both worlds.

Adam’s parents were clearly that kind.

As for Mary, her situation had been tragically simple. Aurora had read many accounts of girls in strict households where teenage pregnancy was seen as a stain, a permanent taint.

Some mothers supported their daughters and helped raise the child together.

Others, however, lashed out in rage, disgust, and fear of social judgment, some even throwing their daughters out or selling them off to men who promised to "take responsibility."

Mary had met the worst kind.

Aurora drew in a slow breath and looked at her parents.

For some reason, an unexpected lump rose in her throat, hot and stubborn.

’Why did my dreams paint them as villains?’ she wondered. ’In my dreams, in that twisted story, my parents were monsters. But looking at them now...’

They were not villains. They were two exhausted people who had been hurt and abandoned and still chose to build something gentle and warm with what little they had left.

They were simply human... tangled, flawed, trying their best to survive.

’Whoever created a narrative that cast them as villains is pathetic,’ she thought, her gaze softening. ’How could any author be twisted enough to turn them into monsters?’

She exhaled slowly and waited for her father to continue. Sure enough, he did.

Adam looked at his children with a small smile. "There is another piece of news," he began, his eyes drifting briefly to Mary. "Something about our wedding in this world."

Everyone straightened, curiosity brightening their faces.

"Mary always wanted to get married under the Aurora Lights," he continued, his voice gentler now. "It was a wish she had when she was sixteen. When she turned twenty-six and had Aurora, she named her after those lights because her dream had never truly faded, even when life forced her to forget it."

Aurora’s blue eyes widened slightly. She suddenly had an uncanny feeling that the world was circling around her, drawing her into its center.

Adam smiled softly. "Now I am finally in a position where I can fulfill that dream. We are going to get married under the Aurora Lights."

For a moment, the entire room grew quiet.

Then Lucas abruptly stood up and began clapping, the sound sharp and bright in the silence.

One by one, the others followed: Adriana, Olivia, Theodore, Alex, and Aurora herself, their applause filling the room with warmth and celebration.

Mary’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She lightly tapped Adam’s arm. "You’re truly foolish. Why did you tell them about such a childish dream of mine?"

Adam chuckled and slipped an arm around her shoulders in a gentle embrace.

"Childish?" he repeated softly. "I’m just telling the truth. I remember everything about you. My wife’s wishes are never stupid. Her love makes everything valuable."

Mary’s blush deepened, and she looked away with shy eyes.

Around them, the siblings watched the scene with hearts that felt both tender and uneasy.

The love between their parents was thick and tangible, almost sparkly in the air, and it stirred emotions they had not expected.

Lucas suddenly had the urge to pull out his phone and message Jules.

Adriana’s fingers twitched with the need to text Peter.

Theodore’s gaze grew distant as he thought of his own feelings, still tangled and unclear.

Olivia’s heart tightened as she remembered someone who had not contacted her in a long while.

Alex’s mind wandered to Adeline. Aurora, despite herself, thought of Spencer.

It was almost ridiculous. One affectionate moment between their parents, and all of them were thrown into their own whirlpool of love and longing.

Gradually, they began to drift away from the living room, each muttering an excuse about something they needed to do. One by one, the space emptied.

Adam watched them leave and laughed softly. "They escaped quickly," he murmured.

Alex lingered near the doorway. His gaze fell on Adam and Mary’s backs, and a faint bitterness rose in his heart like an ache he had never fully acknowledged.

’What if I had never been raised in my adoptive parents’ house?’ he thought. ’What if Adam had been my father from the beginning? Maybe I would have stood beside him during every important moment. Maybe I wouldn’t have missed my mother’s warmth. Maybe my childhood would have been entirely different...’

The quiet ache stayed with him as he finally turned and walked away.

Aurora returned to her room, changed into something comfortable, and immediately called Spencer. The phone rang for a few seconds before the screen lit up with his face.

Spencer appeared on the video, seated at his desk. His laptop glowed in front of him, casting a pale light over his features, and his phone was propped against the side of the screen so he could look at her while working.

He gave her a soft smile, that gentle curve of lips that always felt oddly steadying.

Usually, Aurora started talking first, but today she narrowed her eyes and stared at him intently. "Something feels off," she murmured.

Spencer paused his typing and turned his head fully toward the phone. "What happened?" he asked quietly. "Did something go wrong?"

Aurora rested her chin on her hand. "You look different. More mature or something. I don’t know how to put it, but something has changed."

Spencer laughed lightly. "My height increased a little," he replied.

Aurora huffed. "It can’t be that much. My height stopped at five feet seven."

Spencer shook his head. "Girls can grow until twenty, you know. You might gain another inch."

Aurora rolled her eyes. "With all the illnesses I’ve had, I doubt my body will bother to grow more. But I’ll keep your optimism somewhere in my heart."

She paused, then added casually, "My parents are getting married."

Spencer’s smile brightened with genuine warmth.

"Congratulations," he said. He hesitated for a moment, and a shy smile slowly formed on his face, as if a private thought had flickered through his mind.

Aurora, however, was lost in her own imagination.

"I keep wondering what their wedding will be like," she murmured. "It feels unreal. Them standing under the lights, saying vows again..."

Spencer nodded. "It will definitely be something everyone looks up to," he said.

Aurora studied him closely. "You say that like you have already planned something."

Spencer’s voice softened. "I haven’t planned something," he replied thoughtfully.

"I have planned everything. Not just our wedding. I have thought about all the little things that happen before a wedding, all the entertainment, every grand gesture a bride would expect. I already have an entire wedding plan drawn out in my head."

Aurora’s lips curved into a small smile. "Now I am truly counting on that future you’re painting. If you dare disappoint me, I will make you regret your words."

Spencer laughed. "Then on our wedding day, if you’re dissatisfied, you are allowed to slap me in front of everyone."

They continued to talk about small, random things, their day, their work, silly thoughts... until eventually the call ended. The room fell quiet once more.

Aurora lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a while before sleep finally tugged at her.

The next day, she went to school as usual.

After submitting her papers, she headed to the administration office and collected the documents for the university entrance exam. Her preparation was nearly complete, and the exam was scheduled in one week.

She wasn’t the only one taking it. A few other special students would sit for the same exam.