Chapter 125
Sylaria sprang to her feet. She ordered Marin to quickly bring a physician to the Second Prince’s palace, then followed after Aria.
“What about Her Majesty the Empress? Did you inform Her Majesty as well?”
“Of course I did! Please hurry, quickly!”
Pressed by Aria, Sylaria hoisted her skirt up and ran. Bleeding. If a woman bled in early pregnancy, the likelihood of miscarriage was high.
‘Why? In my previous life, the child was healthy all the way to full term!’
Sylaria bit her lip. It was true that the child’s parents, Arendtert and Grizelle, were wicked people. So she did not welcome the child’s birth. But not once, not even for a moment, had she wished harm on the child.
The child was innocent. It was nothing more than a life that had just begun to sprout in the world. The mere thought that the child might be harmed sent a cold chill through her.
“This way!”
Following Aria’s lead, Sylaria ran toward the Second Prince’s bedchamber. She could see Grizelle lying on the bed from afar. Sylaria rushed forward and cried out,
“Grizelle, are you alright?”
Bang!
The moment Sylaria stepped inside the room, the door slammed shut with a violent noise. Aria, who had been right beside her moments ago, was nowhere to be seen, nor was Cora who had been following her.
‘Is this a trap?’
As soon as the door closed, Sylaria grabbed the door handle urgently. But no matter how she twisted it, the door wouldn’t open.
“Open the door! Cora, Cora!”
Sylaria pounded on the door and cried desperately. Outside, she could faintly hear Cora shouting, though it sounded distant.
“Cora!”
“You came, Syllie.”
Sylaria, who had been beating on the door with her fist, whipped around. Grizelle had stepped down from the bed and was smiling brightly with a completely unharmed face. There was no sign of bleeding on her clothes, not even a stain.
“I knew you would come. Even if you changed, inside you are still the same softhearted Syllie.”
“Did you plot with the Empress? To even use the Empress’s maid… Impressive, Grizelle.”
“It was just a little help. I figured if it wasn’t Aria, you wouldn’t believe it at all.”
“So, what are you planning to do?”
Sylaria glared at Grizelle while standing with her back to the door, ready to leave the moment it opened.
“Nothing special. I just wanted to see your face. You don’t even try to look at me anymore.”
“You made up a lie about being pregnant just to see my face?”
“Did it not occur to you that I was that desperate?”
Grizelle clasped both hands over her chest as she spoke. Even after orchestrating something like this, she pretended to be the victim. It was absurd.
“Just say what you want to say. Being in the same space as you is revolting.”
“That is too harsh, Syllie. Do you know how much I have done for you?”
“What have you ever done…”
Sylaria was about to snap back at Grizelle when her mouth fell open. Her gaze was fixed on a man emerging from the small room connected to the Second Prince’s bedchamber.
“It has been a while.”
A low, rasping voice with metal-like roughness. Dirty black hair streaked with gray. Murky green eyes dulled by alcohol.
Sylaria’s violet eyes took in every detail of the man.
He hadn’t changed. The huge frame more than twice her size, the protruding belly, the sluggish gait, the bottle of liquor in his hand. Every part of him was exactly as she remembered.
“You have grown pretty.”
Sylaria’s stepfather, Wilder Rainier.
“You locked your father in prison. What did you eat so well to get this pretty, huh?”
Wilder strode toward her and bellowed violently. Sylaria forgot to breathe as she stared at him.
She needed to run. She needed to run immediately, but her legs felt glued to the floor and wouldn’t move.
“Ugh, mph…”
A tremor of fear escaped from between Sylaria’s teeth. She struggled to breathe as she stared at her stepfather. Wilder had been forbidden from approaching the palace. Even if he had escaped the underground prison, he should not have been able to enter the palace at all.
Discussion
2 CommentsReactions
Leonned
RBluemoon238