"Victor… you're awake!" Celia's voice broke through the tension, full of disbelief and relief all at once.
"Yeah…" Victor's lips curved faintly, though his face was pale and his voice weak. "Someone made such a grand vow right next to my ear… I had to wake up and see how he's planning to eat dirt while standing on his head."
Celia let out a wet laugh, her tears turning instantly into joy. The others followed Victor's gaze and found themselves staring at Liam Silverwood.
The man's expression had shifted from smug certainty to wide-eyed shock. As the former steward of the Silverwood family, he knew how to tell real treasure from worthless glitter. This towering mound before them should not, by any logic, exist. Yet the dazzling radiance pouring from the golden mountain forced him to accept the impossible.
