Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 505 - 504: Lost and Found (Part 1)

Her breath caught, and the images from her dream became increasingly vivid in her mind.

Suddenly, everything came back to her.

Mia, it was during that time that she met her.

Upon returning to the royal palace, she began teaching her the art of fragrance, and although Mia was her handmaiden, she was also her first good friend in the mortal realm.

She still remembered the day Mia left the palace; she feared Mia would be bullied, so she bought her a house and arranged for her to marry a guard.

Mia had no parents, was an orphan from a young age, and was sold into the palace. So, as Mia’s mistress, she gave Mia a name, with the surname He and the given name Miao.

The He family are her descendants; the He family has another surname, which is Lu.

So...

Mandy Sterling is also a descendant of Mia.

Now, there are no more descendants of Mia left.

What she remembered wasn’t the most important thing; the most important thing was Silas Hawthorne...

She realized that after being struck by lightning, her memory had really deteriorated, nearly forgetting the matter of Silas, her brother.

Silas Hawthorne...

Maxim Ford...

And Felix Grant.

Her memory of this wasn’t very clear, unsure if Felix was her brother’s special assistant.

She remembered only one thing: when they went to war with a neighboring country, heavy casualties ensued, her brother went to battle personally, and Felix followed behind him.

On the battlefield, her brother instinctively took a blow for Felix.

In ancient times, subjects would die for their king, yet her brother, a noble king, shielded Felix from that blow.

Felix was surprised, yet grateful.

Thereafter, her brother fell into a coma, and she used her medical skills to save him.

After being in a coma for five days and nights, her brother awoke.

At that moment, tears welled in Felix’s eyes as he knelt beside the bed, clasped his hands, and vowed, "I, Felix Grant, will not change my name or surname for all eternity and will follow His Majesty forever."

Felix’s sincerity touched her then, so she sought the Oath Immortal.

The Oath Immortal, recognizing their bond of master and servant, genuinely granted Felix’s request.

Thus, this aspect was of utmost importance.

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Thinking of this, her heart trembled continuously, and tears welled up in her eyes.

There’s a possibility that Maxim Ford is the reincarnation of her brother.

Thinking of all the indulgence and pampering Silas from her past life gave her, her nose tingled with emotion as she quickly grabbed her phone.

The call hadn’t even connected, but a tear was already escaping; those painful memories flooded her mind once more, as vividly as if they had happened just yesterday.

Silas passed away at seventy-three; before his death, he was half-reclined on the dragon bed, no longer the elegant young man he once was, nor the steady and indulgent brother, but an elderly man at the twilight of his life.

She stayed by the dragon bed, accompanying him in conversation.

"Tiana, when I first met you, you were as you are now, yet your brother’s hair has turned white and I’ve grown old, but you still seem like a little girl."

She parted her lips to speak: "Brother..."

She didn’t think being old made him unattractive; in her heart, Silas was a very charming man, and even in old age, his innate charisma remained unchanged, if not developed a different allure.

"I don’t believe you appear this way due to sickness; in my eyes, you’re not just my sister, but also a fairy from the heavens."

"Brother..." He had always known, but never voiced it.

"Unfortunately, I can no longer accompany you."

"Brother, someday fate will bring us together again; I may once more be your sister." She wanted to cry, but as a celestial being, she had no tears; her eyes reddened, aching somewhat.

Silas’s aged voice reverberated: "Waiting for someone in the thatched cottage?"

"Yes, waited for him for hundreds of years, yet he never came." She nodded, her nose stung, yet tears refused to fall.

"You will meet him."

Tiana extended her hand, holding his, bringing it to her cheek: "Brother, thank you, you were the first to give me a sense of family."

"Silly girl." He laughed, his affection unchanged despite his withered appearance.

Silas gazed at the sunlight through the wooden window, his voice grew faint: "In my lifetime, there was one regret."

"What is it?"

"Back then, when I was down and out, you carried me for thirteen miles, half of which was mountainous terrain, yet I never once carried you."

"Now, let brother carry me."

Silas grasped her hand, chuckling: "You’ve lived in the mortal world for so long, and yet remain so naive. Brother’s old now, and cannot carry you."

"Brother..." She truly wanted to cry, yet she had no tear glands, feeling immense pain in her heart, especially her throat, as if gripped tightly, her breathing strained.

She recalled, within those first months following their initial acquaintance, her brother mentioned it thrice, yet she refused each time; thereafter, he never spoke of it again.

She thought it was mere frivolity, yet never imagined he even remembered the mileage, he always recalled, truly wanting to carry her, and thus she left him with regret.

Tiana tightened her grip on his hand: "Brother, in the next life, surely we will meet, then I’ll let you carry me, and never ever refuse."

"Okay, in the next life."

The first to teach her the pain of parting was a benefactor. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The second was Silas Hawthorne, the only one she recognized as her brother.

The taste of this was truly unbearable, not in the least bit...

Her thoughts drifted back, tears had already soaked her flawless face, as if compensating for all the past unshed tears at once.

She now dearly wished to hear her brother’s voice...

The phone rang endlessly without an answer.

She dialed several times, yet couldn’t get through.

Just as she was about to try again, the phone rang; it was her brother calling.

She quickly answered: "Brother..."

"What’s the matter?" Maxim Ford’s voice carried a hint of concern as he noticed her voice was soft and hoarse: "Are you crying, Tiana?"

Tiana Thorne quickly quelled her voice, smiling as she spoke: "Not at all, I just woke up, that’s why my voice is weak."

"Sorry, I was just bathing, didn’t hear the phone."

Tiana Thorne gently curved her lips, pushing back her tears, and softly asked: "What are you apologizing for, brother? I just wanted to ask if you’re free today."

"What is it?"

"I want to buy a gift for mom and dad but don’t know what they like, hoping you’d go with me."

"When?" Maxim Ford never declined requests from his sister, barring special circumstances.

"In the evening when I should be done with the shoot."

Maxim Ford replied again: "Alright."

Tiana Thorne suddenly couldn’t bear to hang up, an unknown fear seemed to transcend centuries, overwhelming her heart with the dread that once she hung up, it would be like before when she wanted to see her brother but never could again.

Then, she sought the Immortal to know where her brother would be reincarnated, hoping to find him.