My Perfect Omega - Chapter 112

When Lucas emerged from the temple, dawn was beginning to break. The sky was filled with shades of red, brimming with various colors, looking down on him like Leila’s jeweled eyes.

The path back home from the temple, though not far, felt strangely heavy and distant. The holy water inside his jacket pocket felt extremely burdensome. He urged his horse onward, barely passing through the iron gates.

Emma and Oliver, waiting for him from afar, hurried out to meet him, but they did not catch his attention. As if possessed, Lucas ignored everyone and rushed up the stairs.

His ragged breathing echoed like tinnitus. The sound of the door opening, Anna’s screams calling for Leila, and the frantic shouts of the physician all faded away. Only the sound of Leila’s labored breathing rang clearly in his ears.

Fixating on her lips as they murmured “Mother” and barely uttered “Lucas,” he climbed onto the bed and poured the holy water into his mouth before prying hers open.

Supporting the back of her neck with his hand, he let the holy water flow uninterrupted into her throat. He could hear the sound of the liquid moving down her throat. Even after the holy water was fully transferred, he did not part his lips from hers.

His only thought was to raise her cold body temperature, pressing his lips and hands against her exposed skin fervently. He prayed with his entire being for her not to die.

Tears streamed from his eyes, even as his nose clogged and his breath became labored. It felt as though he was giving her all his breath, desperately trying to keep her alive.

Those around them watched Lucas’s frantic attempts and the unresponsive Leila, shedding silent tears. The physician closest to them removed his glasses and wiped away his own tears before approaching resolutely.

“Your Grace, she has always been frail. Even with an antidote, her body might not have withstood it. So… you must also know when to let her go, to allow her to rest in peace.”

Lucas froze at the physician’s words. Clutching Leila’s body and pressing his lips to hers, he seemed to turn to stone, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

Anna burst into tears at the sight.

“My lady! My poor lady! What are we to do… my poor lady…”

“Ah, Lady Leila…”

“Sniff, sob…”

Everyone in the room shared the sorrow of losing Leila at such a young age. While they mourned her passing, Lucas slowly lifted his lips from hers.

Tears quietly streamed down his face as he gazed intently at Leila, determined not to let her go. Anna’s cries grew louder as she saw his resolve.

Jonas patted Anna’s back, tormented by the thought that he had been too late to save both his sister and now his niece. His heart felt as if it was being torn asunder.

As everyone mourned Leila’s death, Lucas, who had been staring at her, reached out. The physician, observing his actions, bowed his head solemnly and asked,

“Shall I… Shall I announce the time of death?”

Lucas, glaring fiercely, replied harshly,

“Does Leila appear dead to you?”

His voice, clear and almost joyful, was a stark contrast to his previous sorrow.

“You can hear her breathing, can’t you!”

In his ears, he could distinctly hear the determined sound of her breathing in and out. The woman who had fought through life despite her blindness wouldn’t succumb so easily.

Despite her words of wanting to die, her eyes had always been filled with hope.

“She’s alive. She’s alive!”

With a face full of joy, Lucas shouted loudly for everyone to hear.