The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 668: Chapter 668

"What's your last name? Why do you need me to decide it for you?"
Eliza glanced at him with a faint smile, as if she hadn't caught on to his hint at all.
Rafe froze, momentarily dumbfounded.
He couldn't just outright say he wanted her last name.
"Eliza, I'm begging you! Please, please help your little brother pick a name! I'm serious!"
Unwilling to give up, Rafe blinked at her with wide, pitiful eyes. "You know I've been wandering around since I was a kid. Even my name was given to me by some drunkard. Didn't you say yourself the first time we met that my name was awful? So, help me out and give me a better one..."
Eliza coughed lightly at his words.
She still remembered her reaction the first time she heard his name. It had left her completely speechless.
She was even a little shocked—who in their right mind would name their kid something that sounded like "crime"?
"You've got other family now, not just me…"
"But I only want you to do it!"
Before Eliza could finish, Rafe cut her off, his tone firm and resolute.
Eliza sighed helplessly. "Alright, I'll keep it in mind for now."
Rafe's face lit up with joy, but then he seemed to remember something. He quickly suppressed his excitement and cautiously asked, "So, about the last name…"
Eliza gave him a long, meaningful look. "Don't push your luck."
Rafe's lips curled into a grin.
Even though Eliza hadn't agreed to anything, he couldn't help but feel happy just hearing her response.
"Alright, it's getting late, and the night air's getting chilly. You should head back. I've been out of the Duke's estate for too long, they'll probably lock me up forever if I don't hurry back."
He'd better not let that so-called father notice anything off.
"Alright, off you go."
Eliza picked up her lantern and turned back toward Saint Grace Nunnery, her steps steady and unhurried.
Rafe had already disappeared without a trace.
Three days flew by, and soon, the long-awaited day arrived.
It was the day Eliza officially took on the Padilla name, stepping into her new role as the family's head.
In just three days, news spread far and wide that the once Stonor heiress, now the Holy Lady of Walden, was officially taking the Padilla name to restore the family's former glory.
Those with past connections to the Padilla family flocked to the event, eager to witness this historic moment.
Even those who couldn't attend in person sent gifts to celebrate the Padilla family's revival.
On this day, the Padilla estate, which had revival silent for years, saw its flower hall come alive with vibrant festivities once more.
Guests ranged from high-ranking officials to those of humble origins most arrived with warm smiles and heartfelt congratulations for Eliza and the Padilla family.
Even those harboring hidden agendas were silenced by the presence of Prince Regent, who personally attended the banquet, leaving them too intimidated to act.
Malaki stepped in and respectfully said to Eliza, "Madam, the time has come. We may begin now."
Eliza nodded slightly and stepped forward, her movements calm yet commanding.
The moment her name was added to the family tree, she officially became the head of the Padilla family.
To honor her new role, Malaki had arranged for a gown that was both dignified and imposing.
When Eliza donned it, her presence exuded an air of quiet authority, tempered by a serene elegance.
As she stood there, an aura of quiet power enveloped the hall, silencing even the faintest whispers.
The guests fell silent, their attention fixed on her.
Malaki approached Eliza, holding a candle. "Madam, please light the candle to pay homage to our ancestors and formally claim your place in the Padilla family."
Eliza took the candle in both hands and knelt solemnly.
"Honored ancestors, I, Eliza, born of the Stonor family and blessed by my mother's lineage, now take the name Padilla to honor her and return to the ancestral hall."