Chapter 96 – Gaze (3)
After the walk, Mason returns to the mansion and puts Sianna to bed.
She unties the front of her clothes, she supports her body and takes off her clothes, then she wipes the sweat from her body with a wet towel prepared in advance.
After wiping her face, neck, and arms and legs, Mason takes out her new clothes, puts them on her, covers her with the blanket, and sits down next to her bed.
And waiting again without a promise. No, we continue to wait that cannot come true.
When the time is right, we eat the meal Jennifer brought. The taste couldn’t be felt right. When Jennifer leaves with her utensils, she slowly pours the water she brought with her supplements into Cianna’s mouth.
Of course, feeding them is just a few spoonfuls, but even that was hard work.
When she finishes her short meal, she sits next to her in her ciana again and gives her her attention. The occasional seizure, or waiting for her to come back to her senses.
Looking at the pupils staring blankly at Siana’s ceiling. Mason has dark fantasies.
If you can’t leave this place anyway.
Does she have to take care of Siana like this for the rest of her life?
Mason reached out and ran a light hand through her hair. Her grayish-white hair, which had been soft before, was so damaged and dry that it wound around her hands.
“…”
Taking care of Sianna wasn’t a problem. Anything, as long as she got back to normal, would have cost her so much.
“But…”
Mason muttered involuntarily, Tup, and covered her mouth. She’s already true, so I have a feeling that if I ever say it out of her mouth, she really won’t be able to turn it back.
As long as the days of continuous drug injection in Sianna’s body continued, there was no way she would ever come to her senses.
Mason continues to ask himself again and again every night, every morning, every moment.
Is it right for me to leave Siana like this?
If you have to live like this for the rest of your life, how is it different from the invoice?
Maybe, if my heart that I wouldn’t hand you over to Isabella made you this state.
Even if I had to hand myself over to Isabella, could I somehow negotiate and get you out of your dope?
Is it the right thing to do rather than make that choice?
Or not…
Mason’s gaze moved to Sianna’s slender neck. Her thin, pure white neck looked fragile, like a beautiful piece of porcelain.
As if it would break with just a little force.
After staring at her neck for a moment, she let out a small dry laugh and slapped her own cheek so hard that her whole body shook.
Her head shook violently and flashes of tingling pain hit her. Mason did not stop and continued her self-harm. Until the corner of her mouth was torn open and her blood flowed.
Mason stumbled out of her chair and landed on her floor, hugging her knees and giving her a small sob.
She was afraid Her only feeling was her suffocating fear.
Everything about her that happened here day after day was slowly drying her to death.
If Cianna wakes up, what will she do next?
She was just a rat in her dock, either herself or Sianna. If she stayed like this, she couldn’t escape Isabella’s clutches.
What if, after she said she would give up her everything to Isabella, even if Cianna came to her senses, what if this life would be more painful than death?
What if Cianna blames me? No, more than that, will I be able to endure seeing Siana suffer so much?
Even if she hoped for her best and chose her lesser evil, I couldn’t be happy here. This was clearly true.
But she didn’t have a choice.
All Mason can do is hope for a miracle.
Just one little Isabella’s mistake.
A brief conversation with Shiana, who accidentally came to her senses.
Please.
Please, at least once a miracle.
The city was in an uproar.
Just like the summer when the bright sunlight is showing off, many people were coming and going in the bustling city. I could hear the sound of touts and people talking happily from all over the place.
Grace wanted to go back to her cabin in the woods right now.
Originally, he wasn’t the type to mix with people everywhere,
Nervously, she brushed her black hair through the crowded crowd as she walked. The memory of her recent defeat still haunted her. Her pride grew when she thought of the proud smile that hung on her lips.
Nor did he understand Mason’s helpless submission to Isabella. From her rational point of view, Sianna was hopeless. Her attitude of sacrificing herself to such an extent only seemed foolish to her.
But Grace remembered Isabella’s arrogant attitude toward her.
When he closed his eyes, his confident smile, which convinced him that he had won, still flickered.
Grace couldn’t stand it.
She couldn’t accept her own defeat. Somehow, even in the end, the one who won had to be himself.
Grace walked along her creek and soon found the tailor she was looking for. Inside the large glass wall, beautiful clothes were displayed on mannequins.
When Grace opened the door and entered, she could see quite a few people busily going back and forth between the customers and the clothes on display.
“Welcome.”
One of her staff members, noticing her position, sent her greetings, and she greeted her face-to-face with a moderately friendly smile. She slowly looked around her and soon found the person she was looking for.
Her brown hair, her shorter stature than Mason and her face resembling her.
Waiting for her at her counter serving her customers with her smile, then approaching her after her customers had left.
“Lucia?”
As she calls her name, her Lucia’s gaze turns to her. She looked at Grace with a slightly wary expression and a commercial smile at the same time.
“Is that Lucia? Mason’s brother.”
“… Yes. But who are you and do you know my name?”
Grace replied, crossing her arms.
“Let’s talk for a minute. It’s about your sister.”
“Your sister? Did something happen to her sister?”
She had a worried expression on her face, but deceiving others with her facial expression did not work for the keen observer. Unfortunately for Lucia, Grace fell into that category.
She didn’t really care about Mason. Grace replied, suppressing the laugh she tried to squeeze out.
“Yes. It looks like it.”
Grace stepped over to her side and put her hand in Lucia’s ear and whispered.
“It has to do with Isabella. You want to hear it?”
At the end of her whisper, Lucia looked at her with her stern expression. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke hastily.
“Wait thirty minutes. Then today’s work is over.”
“I’ll wait outside, so come out slowly.”
After Grace said that, she left the tailor’s shop.
It wasn’t for Mason, much less for Sianna.
Only to finish the victory or defeat with Isabella, preparation to destroy the opponent who has aroused a sense of victory for the first time in a long time.
Grace didn’t finish the fight.
After waiting for about thirty minutes, Lucia came out of the tailor as promised. When she opened the door and came out, she looked around and seemed to be holding back Grace without fail.
“Here.”
Grace beckoned her, and Lucia, startled like a little mouse, hurriedly hurried her steps towards her.
“So, what is the story about Isabella?”
Lucia’s nervousness came to her with her clear face and asked. Grace asked with a slight smile.
“What, I’m more curious about the story about Isabella than the story about your sister?”
When Grace asked that question, Lucia made a subtle expression before answering.
“If it had to do with Mason and Isabella, she would have known everything anyway.”
Grace nodded her head moderately. Considering the story Mason had confided in her, and the fact that Isabella had mentioned her Lucia’s name to her Mason, it wasn’t hard to guess what their relationship was.
“Okay. Then the story will be a little easier. Then you know that Mason is with Isabella, right?”
Lucia’s reaction to her question was unexpected. First, her two pupils were engulfed in surprise for a moment, then they shook slightly and then calmed down. As if it’s the first time you’ve heard the news.
“… What, are you hearing this for the first time?”
When Grace asked again, Lucia bit her lip slightly as if to hold back her anger.
“… I expected. I haven’t heard from you.”
Seeing her saying that and avoiding her gaze, Lucia felt a little bit of interest. An attitude of lack of confidence, evidently agitated. Why?
Worried about her sister? Or a feud with Isabella?
I wasn’t quite sure which one it was, but figuring it out would definitely help.
“Okay? Was Isabella busy? Well, by now you should be busy harassing Mason.”
Her words of Grace’s bullying seemed to have left room for interpretation to her Lucia, and her expression was irritated.
“Is this sweet to talk about?”
“No way. If this was the end, I wouldn’t have come in the first place.”
Grace took her step towards her Lucia, and Lucia took a step back, seemingly a little frightened by her.
“I’ll tell you straight, Lucia. Cooperate in getting your sister out.”
