<h4>Chapter 454: 454-I Want My Early Birthday Gift Wrapped In A Wedding Dress</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    Ever since I found out that Ian had gone live on television and exposed everything, I had been upset with my parents. My mother tried to dodge the issue at first, but then she requested that we cut off the inte. Of course, we did not.


    "You said Clementine had run away with Ian," I confronted my mother.


    As I entered her office, the strong smell of chemicals hit my nostrils, and I waved my hand in front of my nose, making it clear how much I hated being around her workce.


    "Maybe you are forgetting. I did not tell you for sure that she had run away. I said there was a possibility. Besides, the two have been together, making ns and everything. And Clementine definitely did not have you in her mind, or else she would havee to the academy first. Or maybe she heard that you were used of such a heinous crime. If you had gone to see her, she would have fucking insulted you, and then you would have been hurt," my mother spoke in one breath, as if all the exnations would make sense.


    "That is not who Clementine is. The minute she found out Oriana had used me, she would have known instantly it was a lie," I hissed at my mother, reminding her that she could not y games with me.


    "I want to go and look for Clementine. Where the fuck is she? Why was Ian the only one making the news anding live?" I asked my mother, and she shrugged.


    "How am I supposed to know? If anything, I know everything is a disaster right now. The leaders are trying toe up with an excuse to keep the academy alive and running, but I have no idea about Clementine," my mother muttered.


    Then I noticed a smile starting to form on her lips.


    "What is it?" I demanded, hunching forward and cing both my hands on the table.


    "Well, I might be lying just a little bit to you," she said, and my eyebrows lifted instantly.


    "I have a surprise for you, but before that, we need to deal with the two girls we have upstairs," my mother added, dramatically lifting her hand.


    "What kind of a surprise? I want to know," I pressed, hoping she would open her mouth.


    My mother started to shake her head, though it was more of a yful motion. It was a hint that whatever she had for me was going to be amazing, and it made me excited too.


    Since she mentioned a surprise right after speaking about Clementine, I could already draw some conclusions.


    "Anyway, what do you mean by we have to take care of the ones upstairs first?" I continued, watching my mother smile happily at how eager I was. "If that is what is stopping you from telling me the surprise, then how can we get rid of them? And how can we do it quickly?" I added.


    "So I checked the papers again, and it seems I was missing a few clues. Maybe a fated mate is not all that is needed. A fated mate’s blood is what we are looking for, even if ites from early generations or from a distant person. There needs to be blood sharing involved," my mother exined as she pulled out a file filled with pages.


    She had done thatst time too, and it gave me a headache, so I refused to look at them.


    "Can you please just sum it up for me?" I requested.


    She sighed and ced both hands on the papers scattered around.


    "All I’m saying is that maybe a chosen mate is what we need. A chosen mate and a fated mate’s bloodline. I feel like this red circle around the fated mate’s rtive means the closer their connection is to your fated mate, the better it would be," she remarked.


    I raised an eyebrow.


    Ever since I first met Clementine, my mother had pestered me to leave her so I could focus on finding my fated mate.


    Later on, Clementine turned out to be my fated mate. Before that, my mother always said we needed to save my brother, and to do that, we had to perform a ritual that would save him.


    These were the requirements. The affected one’s brother’s mate and a fated mate’s blood rtionship were needed.


    For a long time, my mother thought it was my fated mate and her rtive. Now, we were realizing it might be my chosen mate and a rtive of my fated mate instead.


    "So my chosen mate is Oriana, and my fated mate’s bloodline is Clementine’s stepsister," I uttered, and my mother nodded her head.


    "Hm, so when are we going to start?" I asked my mother, scratching my head.


    "Your father will be arriving in a few hours, and then we can get started. Once your brother feels fine, we will be one big happy family together," my mother replied, a bright smile on her lips.


    I looked at her, my hands in my pants pockets.


    "And don’t worry, you will get what you want. In fact, you will get your gift," she added.


    There it was. The gift was something, or probably someone, I had desired for a very long time.


    "Till then, you can go and have a talk with Oriana. She has really tortured you while you were staying at the academy," my mother told me.


    Even though she spoke softly, I could see her jaw clench. Not only her, but I had been angered by Oriana as well. She had proven that some people do not deserve sympathy.


    "Well, great then. I’ve been waiting for it," I muttered, stepping out of her room and heading straight upstairs.


    I would love to tell Oriana that while she had been trying to steal Clementine away from me all this time, I was going to take everything from her and end up with Clementine.