
{"id":27584,"date":"2026-02-05T13:44:50","date_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:44:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-220\/"},"modified":"2026-02-05T13:44:50","modified_gmt":"2026-02-05T13:44:50","slug":"the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-220","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-impossible-condition-novel-chapter-220\/","title":{"rendered":"The Impossible Condition Novel Chapter 220"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller    220<\/h1>\n<p>S<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 220 Parallel Worlds\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>68\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Regardless of Damian\u2019s usual demeanor, Eric genuinely liked Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He ran over and gave her an enthusiastic hug. \u201cMs. Theron, you look so pretty today.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett, who had been feeling somewhat down, smiled more warmly at his compliment. \u201cThank you, Eric.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Clara heard Eric too. She turned to look and asked, \u201cAre you here to paint autumn scenes as well?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eric released Scarlett and nodded. \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Clara then looked up at Felix and greeted him politely, \u201cHello, Mr. Wilson.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix, who rarely smiled and maintained a serious expression, nodded in return. \u201cHello.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett also acknowledged Felix with a slight nod.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Clara tugged at Eric\u2019s sleeve. \u201cCome over here and paint with me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eric hesitated slightly. It wasn\u2019t that he was afraid of Clara; he just wanted to find a way to notify Damian.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Despite Damian\u2019s sharp tongue, Eric knew very well that he was a genuinely good person. During the most difficult years for his father, it was Damian who had helped them through.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Clara pulled at him again. \u201cSit down already! Why are you so stiff? I don\u2019t bite.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eric glanced back at his father and then said to Clara, \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll sit. Stop pulling, you\u2019re going to tear my shirt.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Clara rolled her eyes. \u201cSo dramatic.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Seeing Felix still standing, Scarlett offered with a faint smile, \u201cMr. Wilson, if you don\u2019t mind, you\u2019re welcome to sit on the grass with us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix nodded but declined politely. \u201cNo need, thank you. I should make a phone call.\u201d He had understood the look in his son\u2019s eyes. Even if Eric hadn\u2019t signaled, he would have contacted Damian anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett didn\u2019t press further, turning her attention back to guiding Clara with her painting.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix took out his phone and captured a photo. In the frame, Scarlett, Clara, and Eric were sitting on the grass with an easel before them and the picturesque park in the background.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>19:54 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 220 Parallel Worlds\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He had just sent the image when Damian called.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>668\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix walked some distance away before answering. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Damian got straight to the point. \u201cYou\u2019re with her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix replied flatly, \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Damian urged, \u201cSend me the location.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay.\u201d After ending the call, Felix sent the park coordinates.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It wasn\u2019t long before Damian arrived.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And just as Damian appeared, Vincent also showed up on the grass, carrying Vanessa.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Damian stood beside Felix, muttering under his breath, \u201cUgh. He\u2019s everywhere.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Felix smiled faintly without comment, his gaze returning to his son.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett noticed Damian and hesitated about whether to greet him, but then she saw Vincent and the others arriving. In the end, she didn\u2019t end up acknowledging Damian.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent also spotted Scarlett and the group. He paused briefly while holding Vanessa but didn\u2019t say anything, simply settling down not far away.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After they were seated, Lily set up an easel for Vanessa and handed her a paintbrush.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vincent had brought a small folding table. He placed his laptop on it and began working, not participating in Vanessa\u2019s painting but focusing on his screen.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Damian, seeing that Scarlett was ignoring him, didn\u2019t initiate conversation either. Instead, he went over to Eric, glanced at his painting, and said discontentedly, \u201cYou\u2019re doing it wrong.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eric pouted. \u201cThen how should I paint it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Damian said, \u201cWhy are you painting flowers in an autumn scene? You should paint maple leaves, or maybe goldenrod.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Eric said dejectedly, \u201cBut I don\u2019t know how.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Hearing this, Scarlett proactively leaned over. \u201cEric, let me show you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It wasn\u2019t that she wanted to get close to Damian; she was just concerned he might discourage the child.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>19:54 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 220 Parallel Worlds\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>68\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As Scarlett leaned in, the breeze carried a faint, fresh scent from her. Damian inhaled subtly, the tips of his ears growing w\u00e4rm.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Soon, Scarlett had sketched out a goldenrod plant. Both Clara and Eric clapped their hands and praised her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAuntie, you\u2019re amazing!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMs. Theron, you draw so well! The teacher will definitely praise it!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Scarlett didn\u2019t think her drawing was particularly special, but the children\u2019s enthusiastic admiration made her slightly embarrassed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She touched her ear and smiled, asking, \u201cIs it really that good?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The two children answered in unison, \u201cYes!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Mingled with their voices was Damian\u2019s quiet, almost inaudible, \u201cYes.\u201d His voice was so soft it was drowned out by the children\u2019s.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa could hear the laughter and lively conversation from their group.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She held her brush, her hand poised over the paper on her easel, but she didn\u2019t know where to begin.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The teacher had said to paint autumn, but what did autumn really look like?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa turned her head. She saw Vincent typing on his computer, and Lily watching a series on her phone with her head down.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>They were kind to her, but they weren\u2019t truly concerned about whether she could complete her assignment.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>1.1K\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>B\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Silent Dreams Never Die \u2014 Author: John Miller 220 S Chapter 220 Parallel Worlds\u00a0 A\u00a0 68\u00a0 Finished\u00a0 Regardless of Damian\u2019s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-impossible-condition-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27584","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27584"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27584\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}