Chapter 100 – The Family (1)
After seeing Mason lying unconscious, Jennifer left the room and went up to Isabella’s room when she encountered an attendant approaching from the other side.
Seeing the slight look of her bewilderment on her face at Jennifer’s presence, Jennifer gently called her back.
“Sister.”
“Yes?”
When she saw the servant who flinched at her call, her mood improved. She was a servant who comforted her when she made a mistake and ignored her knowingly or knowingly, but after she became Isabella’s exclusive servant, it was noticeable that she was careful not to go against her planting.
“Miss Mason passed out. She grabs a stretcher, gathers the people, and goes to Miss Shiana’s room.”
“Ah Okay.”
Shocked for a moment by the news that Mason had fallen, she quickly turned and turned back the way she had come. Watching her walk away, Jennifer laughed at her slightly.
Afterwards, Jennifer also hurried her steps. She had to report Mason’s every move to Isabella, as she had been instructed to do.
She arrived at Isabella’s office, knocked on her door, and heard inside her that she had given her permission, then opened the door and entered.
When she saw Isabella sitting at her desk, Jennifer’s heart, which had been filled with her cynical amusement until the moment before, began to race.
She was sitting at a wide wooden desk, quietly staring at something in the sunlight coming through the wide open curtains in the room. A small smile hung on her lips. As if recalling her fond memories, there was not a single blemish in her smile.
“Oh, is that Jennifer? What’s the matter?”
Her voice was extremely soft. She had never heard a voice so soft, and her heartbeat quickened. Eyes brightly shining in the sunlight and sharp eyes slightly softened by laughter.
To the extent that she breathed in vain without knowing it, her master was shining beautifully.
Jennifer silently prayed a small prayer to a God she might not even know existed that she couldn’t get out of her mouth.
Please, let her smile last forever.
But the joy she allowed herself to end there. Jennifer straightened herself up and told her that Mason had collapsed.
Upon hearing her news, Isabella gave her a light nod and carefully set the small object in her hand down on the table. It was only then that Lucia was able to ascertain what the object was.
It was a well-maintained, but worn-out hair ornament with a piece of white flower. She didn’t know what value the trinkets had to Isabella, but it wasn’t hard to guess that they were very precious to her.
“Is it also because of overwork?”
After hearing her report, Isabella asked a soft question, and Jennifer gave her a small nod.
“I think maybe. Because there is no place that is physically and mentally fine right now. Since the other maids have been sent to the room, I think they will move to the bed soon.”
“No. Don’t move it to the mason’s room.”
“Yes? Then where…”
“Move to my room.”
“… To the lady’s room?”
“Huh.”
Isabella got up from her seat and stretched her slightly. Her posture was tinged with delicate grace, like a cat moving.
“I will take care of it myself.”
“…”
Jennifer was silent. Knowing that she was a normal person, she never thought that she would be able to understand Isabella’s behavior.
But sometimes, when I got to this situation, I wondered what Isabella’s intentions were in her direction.
“Jennifer. What are you thinking about?”
At the sound of her calling her own name, she raised her head. An amusing look on Isabella’s face caught her eyes.
“… It didn’t matter too much.”
In response, Isabella nodded her head slightly.
“Yes? But why is it still not moving?”
Her counter-questions were clear banquet orders, and Jennifer knew it was time for her to leave.
“Then let’s go.”
“Oh, and for the time being, I want you to take care of Sianna.”
“I will.”
Upon hearing this, Isabella gestured for her to leave, and Jennifer followed her orders.
After Jennifer turned around and left her office, she headed for a room where people were busy coming and going. There were four or five people gathered in front of the room, including the maid who had given the order earlier.
Soon, her group, noticing her approach by Jennifer, looked at her and cleared her way. Jennifer approached them and gave Isabella instructions.
“The lady asks you to move to her own room, not her infirmary.”
“Are you a young lady?”
To the question someone asked with a tilt, Jennifer nodded her head and added.
“She said she would take care of it herself,” She said. So please move to the lady’s room.”
As she added, the expression on her group’s expression changed. Everyone knows that Isabella and Mason are childhood friends, so it was touching to see her caring for her difficult childhood friend.
It was funny. None of them knew Isabella’s real identity.
No one knew how she would give her anything she could ask for if she slapped her on the cheek, spit out her rants, and cooperated with her plan to destroy Mason.
The true side of her that only she knows, and the side she loves the most.
Silence filled the room as people carried Mason on a stretcher and left her room. Her gaze turned to the only guest in the room.
The figure of a woman with a skinny face on the bed.
Compared to the time she was with Isabella in her memories, she was too skinny, but somehow, even in that appearance, there was a strange beauty. She is so beautiful that you would never think anyone like her.
“…”
She still remembered that Cianna had stood up for herself. The desperation that Cianna uttered when the lady tried to blackmail her family into holding her hostage was her childish favor.
Please, have her mercy.
Jennifer looked down at Cianna, trying to resolve her complex emotions. She, who had once risked being trampled on herself for her own sake, was the one who helped drive her to this point.
Not only that, but now she is in a position to report her Mason’s activities to Isabella every day in order to fulfill her own desires.
“There are no jokes like this, right?”
Fortunately, Siana didn’t answer. Jennifer calmly whispered after thinking for a while in a room full of silence.
“… Sorry.”
Her apology was sincere. She herself had betrayed Shiana and Mason. Knowing that she was an ugly person who had given in to her desires, she spat out an apology mixed with self-deprecation and sat down on the chair next to her bed.
But she had no way of going back. No, she didn’t want to go back.
The emotions she goes through are like addiction, the more she hurts, the more ecstasy she brings.
They were mere flies caught in Isabella’s web. She could have her head torn off and eaten, or her own wings torn off and made into ornaments.
The only difference from the others was that she was dancing so that her entire body was entangled in her web.
The spider’s web quivered so that a signal could be sent to Isabella even a second sooner.
So that she can discover who she is and play with her to her heart’s content.
Her only difference was that she was a psychopath with her own destructive needs, and that she derived her pleasure from it.
She brought her head to Shiana’s ear, who couldn’t hear. The faint, ominous smell of death tickled the tip of her nose.
“Siana sister.”
She whispered softly, carefully stroking Siana’s frizzy hair.
“Please don’t get up.”
Little bit more. Until Mason is broken, until Lady Isabella achieves her goal.
Until I can satisfy my desire.
Just a little more, just a little bit.
Late night.
When Isabella finished her work and went back to her room, a happy smile graced her lips. The doctor who examined Mason diagnosed it as simple overwork, so she should be fine with a few days of rest.
However, Isabella persuaded him to inject her with her effective sleeping pills. When she awoke from her slumber, she would be refreshed.
Of course, for that to happen, she would have to sleep like a dead person for several days.
As she opened the door and entered, Mason lying on the bed caught her eye. It made her feel better when she saw her sleeping soundly, without a single frown, instead of standing up, exhausted, or resigned as usual.
Isabella washed herself clean, put on a freshly washed nightgown, covered the bed with the quilt, and she lay down next to her.
The light in the room was still bright, but she had no intention of turning it off for the time being. As she slept in her upright posture, she looked at Mason next to her, unblinking.
Sister.
Sister, Sister Mason.
My only adult
The piece that ran the farthest and returned last.
She swept her slender fingers from her forehead to the back of her nose, past her philtrum, lingered on her warm lips, and swept the tip of her chin before quietly retrieving it.
Even while she was doing that, Mason didn’t even flinch.
“… I thought I ran away for the rest of my life.”
Her voice was surprisingly soft and sympathetic. A whining fool. It was something she didn’t like.
“From now on, you will be by my side.”
Isabella knew Mason couldn’t get up, but she whispered as if confessing a secret she shouldn’t let others know.
She raised her body and laid Mason on her side. It was quite difficult to turn her unconscious body on her side, but her body did not feel any fatigue.
After making her look at herself, she carefully repositions herself so that her arms do not get caught in her body and looks at her.
“I love you sister.”
The moment Isabella put her words into her mouth quietly, she felt her emotions surge out of control. She repeated her unheard confession over and over again.
Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.
I would never let go again. No one can separate her from her family. He would live together in a perfect golden cage of his own making.
That’s it.
“Family is like that.”
Right, sister?
Isabella turned her body around and moved slowly, putting her back against Ciana’s body. Her mind gently twisted as her body heat, which had been kept warm under her covers, enveloped her body.
Her shaft lifted her drooping arm and wrapped it around her own body, then found her mason’s hand with one of her hands and cupped her gently, closing her eyes.
Wait a little bit sister
Now really, because there isn’t much left.
Isabella slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling her body temperature, her even breathing on her back, her Mason’s presence with her whole body.
