novelraw Chapter 1350: Her Miles Linden Has Returned
Chapter 1350: Her Miles Linden Has Returned
This person is an Elder of The Merfolk Kingdom, who raised Morgan Ashworth single-handedly, akin to an adoptive father.
The Elder learned that Morgan Ashworth hadn’t boarded the plane today, so he flew over overnight, and in anger and disappointment, gave Morgan Ashworth a slap in the face.
Morgan Ashworth’s face was turned to the side by the hit.
"Morgan, let me ask you, why did you suddenly change your mind again today? It happened last time, and it happened again this time. Is it all because of the Princess of Alani, Willow Crawford?"
"I heard Willow Crawford is in your room right now. What are you doing bringing her back?"
Morgan Ashworth turned his face back, showing no particular expression, and said in a detached voice, "I want to take her with me."
"Take her with you?" The Elder laughed a few times, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "One is the young lord of The Merfolk Kingdom, Morgan Ashworth, and the other is the Princess of Alani, Willow Crawford. Where do you intend to take her? In this vast world, where is there a place for the two of you to stay?"
In the room, Willow Crawford’s heart tightened. Yes, where is there a place for her and Morgan Ashworth?
She didn’t even know why he suddenly wanted to take her away, his decision was simply insane.
A reckless, insane choice.
Morgan Ashworth stood silent for half a second, then said, "Even if there is no path for us in this world, I will carve one out. Wherever I am, I can provide her with a shelter from the storm."
He actually said this.
Willow Crawford’s heart softened immediately, her fair eyes starting to redden. He said he liked her, and now she somewhat believed it.
"You! How could you!" The Elder was furious, "Morgan, I raised you, and self-control and rationality have always been your pride. Why have you become so confused now that you’ve met Willow Crawford? Do you know how difficult the road you’ve chosen is? You’re rebelling against everything we’ve taught!"
The Elder was deeply pained, the child he raised caring only for beauty, abandoning the throne. He has changed, he truly has changed!
Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face hid in the flickering light, unclear, and he fell silent.
"Morgan Ashworth, I’ll give you one more chance. You can still turn back, now that the Princess of Alani, Willow Crawford, is in your room. This is a tremendous opportunity for The Merfolk Kingdom!" As he spoke, the Elder moved to enter the room.
But Morgan Ashworth blocked the doorway, his tall and handsome form stopping the way. His thin lips moved, and he uttered four words, "Do not touch her!"
The Elder snorted coldly, "What, are you planning to go against me for that Princess Willow Crawford, Morgan Ashworth? I am your adoptive father, I raised you!"
Morgan Ashworth looked at the Elder, and said, "Don’t force me!"
He said don’t force me!
The Elder understood he meant that if he touched Willow Crawford, it would force him, and once pressured, he would do anything, even patricide.
The Elder was truly disappointed, his child was truly led astray, "Morgan Ashworth, you’ve abandoned your family and heritage for a woman, forgotten your responsibilities and mission. Are you not the least bit ashamed? I don’t believe you will have a good life in the future."
"You’ve fallen. The Merfolk Kingdom does not need a young lord like this. From this moment on, I sever our father-son relationship. You are no longer the young lord of The Merfolk Kingdom!"
Nearby subordinates were shocked hearing this, "Master, please reconsider! Young Lord, please soften your stance, the master is doing all of this for your own good, just compromise for now, and we can discuss it more thoroughly when we return."
Morgan Ashworth pressed his thin lips together without speaking.
"Morgan Ashworth, I know you’ve set your heart on being with that Princess Willow Crawford from the beginning. We orchestrated this plan for you to use her, but instead, you fell deep into it, and we’ve come up empty-handed."
"But remember, Willow Crawford is not just Willow Crawford; she’s the Princess of Alani. Now that you’ve abandoned everything for her, you must see if she will betray you, if she’s even worth you giving up so much. In the end, this is the path you’ve chosen, don’t come crying about it!"
With that, the Elder stormed off.
"Master!" Subordinates still wanted to persuade, "Young Lord..."
Morgan Ashworth looked at the Elder’s retreating back, "Don’t call me Young Lord anymore, I am no longer your Young Lord!"
"Young Lord!"
"Go, you don’t need to follow me any longer!"
This subordinate, Nolan, had his life saved by Morgan Ashworth and had followed him for many years. His eyes were red as he looked at Morgan, unwilling to leave.
Morgan Ashworth shouted, "Go away!"
Nolan had to leave, but he looked back repeatedly, tears in his eyes.
Morgan Ashworth entered the room and directly closed the door.
...
In the room, Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, whose face did not look well. She knew he wasn’t as indifferent as he appeared. Regardless of what The Merfolk Kingdom was, it was still his home, the place that birthed and raised him.
The Elder deeply cared for him, and Nolan, his subordinate, was more of a brother who grew up with him. His blood, his responsibilities, were all part of his life. Letting them go must also be tearing him apart.
"Morgan Ashworth, if you regret this now, it’s not too late," Willow said softly.
Morgan Ashworth lifted his head, looking at Willow. He reached out with a hoarse voice, "Willow, come here."
What?
Willow walked over.
Morgan Ashworth reached out, gently embracing her, burying his handsome face in her hair, inhaling her fragrance, "Willow, let me hold you for a while."
All he wanted now was a hug.
Willow’s heart turned to mush, a feathered tremble, and she said, "Morgan Ashworth, am I worth it to you?"
Morgan Ashworth nodded, "As long as you stay by my side forever, it’s worth it."
As long as she’s with him, as long as she doesn’t betray him, it’s worth it.
Willow’s fair eyes quickly welled up with a crystalline mist. She slowly raised her small hand to return his embrace around his muscular waist.
"Willow, I am no longer Morgan Ashworth. Your favorite was always Miles Linden, I want to become what you loved most. From now on, I will be Miles Linden. Your Miles Linden is back." He kissed her softly on the hair.
He said her Miles Linden was back.
The young man she loved most was back.
Willow nodded vigorously, "Yes, Miles Linden, long time no see!"
The two held each other quietly for a while, "Willow, let’s leave here as soon as possible. I keep feeling uneasy, there’s unrest outside, like something terrible is about to happen. Let’s find some deserted place to settle down."
Morgan Ashworth’s premonitions have always been accurate, a keen insight into danger from someone in a high position. He felt like he could smell... blood.