How to Live With a Broken Saint 120

Chapter 120 – Rainy Season (3)

Looking back on his childhood, Becky remembers himself as a very competitive child.

He was a child whose aptitude would be revealed only if he played more, higher, and farther than his peers.

Of course she had the physical ability to back up her competitive spirit, but unfortunately she didn’t.

She followed other boys her age and climbed a tree, and soon they caught her buttocks, or ran over a stream and fell into the water, getting her whole body soaked.

Although she had to be superior to others. Because she couldn’t. She often lost her temper and lashed out at her children, leaving her to cry alone.

As her actions piled up one by one, children her age in her neighborhood began to distance themselves little by little from her.

She doesn’t knock on her door or anything when she gathers her friends to hang out.

In the end, when she found her children and tried to approach her, they showed disgust on her face and tried to keep her away.

By the time she realized her mistake, it was too late.

Becky was an outcast in her neighborhood, and as a child, her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit her mistakes and apologize.

One day, out of frustration, she complained to her parents that her neighborhood friends did not play with her.

Her parents had an unforgettable reaction.

That night, Becky had to go to sleep enduring the bitter pain of the red whip marks etched across her thighs.

While Becky stood trying to hide her nervous appearance, Isabella quietly raised her head and looked at Becky. Her purple eyes were shining differently than before. Unlike before, where it felt like her confidence and secretiveness, now she was flashing like a madman.

“Story? “I have nothing to say.”

Unlike her eyes, her voice was calm. Immediately after giving her answer, she turned her gaze to Sianna, who was lying down.

“Isabella. Please.”

Despite her pleas, Isabella only responded in silence. Becky entered the room and walked right next to Isabella.

Isabella, who caught her gaze again at Becky’s approach, looked at her quietly. Becky faced him without avoiding eye contact. It was indeed a face I had seen up close for the first time in a long time.

“Ha.”

A laugh similar to her lament burst out of Isabella’s mouth.

“You’ve grown a lot, Becky.”

It was an obvious ridicule, and Becky wasn’t stupid enough to not know it.

Becky wasn’t stupid.

Of course, like Isabella, she was not told that she was a promising talent from an early age, but compared to the people around her, she was never left behind.

However, her unwillingness to give in, and her unyielding attitude led her parents to scold her for being stupid.

The day Becky was whipped by her parents, she clearly remembered what they said.

“Is it that difficult to even apologize? How stupid!”

Looking back, most of the insults her parents had hurled at her so far were calling her stupid.

Perhaps they both had a complex about not having received a high level of education.

Anyway, Becky grew up receiving a lot of discipline, scolding, and beatings, and every time she did that, she was always criticized for being stupid.

Even the night she was severely beaten for the first time, and even when she got into petty fights with her friends afterward.

And even when she said she didn’t want to hang out with Isabella.

But Becky didn’t change her behavior even when she was told she was stupid. If there were two reactions to her scolding and scolding, she was one of the latter.

A person who corrects something he or she was scolded for without showing his or her displeasure,

Instead, it becomes a stimulant and the person resists more fiercely than before.

Unfortunately, Becky fell into the latter category.

“Since when did our Becky rebel so much against my words?”

Isabella looked down at Becky with a sneer filling her face. She felt that he was looking down at her, even though they were clearly at eye level. She felt infinitely small when she stood in front of Isabella, and she felt very pathetic.

“Becky.”

Isabella’s call made her flinch and tremble as she came to her senses. She tried not to be nervous, but when Isabella saw this, she snorted.

“Look. “You can’t even look at me properly.”

She reached out her hand and stroked Becky’s cheek. She could feel her icy cold touch on her cheek. Becky forced her trembling hand up and slapped the hand on her cheek.

At Becky’s actions, Isabella narrowed her eyes and muttered.

“Mason and Becky… “It’s not like I took any medication in a group.”

Isabella took a step closer, lightly shaking her hand in the air as if she had touched something dirty. The gap has become narrower than before. In the past, Becky would have enjoyed this situation, but not now.

Isabella glared at her, her expression frowning as if she had seen something she couldn’t see, but looking at Becky, who didn’t avoid her eyes even though her body was trembling like an aspen, Isabella soon sighed. She took a break and adjusted her expression.

“Good. I’ll listen. What story?”

Her expression was trying to keep her composure, but even though she seemed calm for a moment, it was clear that underneath her calmness, there was extreme anger and displeasure.

Becky had been with her for a long time, but she had never seen her look this angry. No, looking back, it seemed like she had never seen her so angry before.

Therefore, suppressing the feeling of strangeness and fear that came from seeing her for the first time, Becky had to speak with all her might the words she had been rehearsing in her head for days.

“Stop it now.”

The answer came out in a more rebellious voice than Becky had thought.

When she saw Isabella’s expression starting to look grim, her answer wasn’t enough to give her confidence.

The first time she became acquainted with Isabella was when she started playing with her sister, Mason Lucia, who was the only one who didn’t bully her.

Unlike her, Lucia was a child who did not have a competitive spirit, and Mason was too old to compete with her, and also because she was a very tolerant older sister.

That’s why the three hung out quite often. After being bullied, Becky tried to control her competitive nature, and it was not easy for her to be competitive with people who did not compete with her.

Then one day, after being introduced to Isabella by her two sisters, her attitude was quite different from before.

Of course, now and then, if someone were to ask which of the two was at fault, Becky would answer Isabella without a moment’s hesitation.

Her Isabella did not know her, but her Becky remembered her vaguely, having seen her from afar at her Lady Adelaide’s funeral.

Hair as black as ebony, transparent and beautiful purple eyes. Pure white skin and clear, detailed facial features.

Becky held out her hand to the woman standing between her two sisters.

“Hi. I’m Veronica. “Call me Becky.”

It was a warm greeting in her own way, but Isabella didn’t respond and hid behind Mason’s back.

Becky was offended by her attitude, but she didn’t show it. She had already had a fight with her friends that ended badly for her, so Becky wanted to maintain a good relationship with her sister, and she did not want to lose her relationship with Isabella.

Like it or not, she was the only daughter of a landowner in this village, and he was attracted to her because of her good looks.

Of course, Isabella didn’t just ostracize her every day. The more she and her two sisters played with her, the more she began to hang out with her Becky.

It was after Mason left the village that the relationship between friends, which is typical among children of his age, changed to the current relationship between superiors and subordinates.

After Mason left, the relationship between the four began to change little by little.

Thanks to Lucia, who had been depressed and confined to her house for a while after her older sister left, Isabella and Becky, who had always had a strange tension between them, began to clash in earnest.

As a child, Becky was still competitive over small things, and Isabella was quiet, but she also had a personality that hated losing.

Unfortunately for Becky, unlike her, Isabella was talented in many things and had the support of her family and a good education to back it up.

Whatever the sport, she had to face a bitter defeat. Whether it was a game or a petty argument, she was never an enemy to Isabella.

With neither Lucia nor Mason to mediate between the two, Becky had to feel a sense of defeat.

Eventually, Becky began to stop seeing Isabella little by little. We gradually reduced the amount of time we spent together, and after finally losing to her at a board game, she started sulking and playing alone, not leaving her house.

At least it was just a small argument between children that could be resolved a few days later as if nothing had happened.

No one could have predicted that this would be the starting point for her relationship with Isabella to be completely different from before.

It was a day when Becky was sitting alone at home, fiddling with her doll for the first time in a long time. It was the second day since she had lost miserably at a board game she had been playing with Isabella.

That evening, at a dinner with her parents, when her parents asked her how she was doing with her friends, Becky responded angrily because she remembered losing to Isabella.

“I don’t know. I really hate things like Isabella! We will never play together again!”

Becky didn’t ask for much. I hoped her parents would ask her why she was upset, and she would reassure her that losing a game was something that was possible.

But her parents were too clumsy to deal with her children.

They were people who worked sincerely and took pride in it.

In particular, they were so sincere that they never wanted to go against Mr. Gordon’s wishes.

The fact that she declared that she would not be friends with Isabella was due to the painful beatings she had suffered so far that were incomparable.

Her parents were stupid people.

People for whom their reputation, shackles, and children’s feelings are more important.

Becky cried that day and was reminded of that fact every time a new red line was etched into her thigh.

The next day, she went to visit Isabella, enduring the pain she could feel through the hem of her clothes as she walked.

In front of Isabella who opened the door and came out, she whimpered and shed tears.

I hate you.

Why are you so good at everything that you make me look pathetic?

Do you think I should be scolded like this just because I argued with you?

She cried until she was exhausted, pouring out as much depression as a young child could.

It was her disappointment in herself for not being able to transform her competitiveness into a sense of superiority in her victory, and at the same time, the object of comparison was Isabella, who was far superior to herself, and the one and only Mr. Gordon, whom she admired. The fact that she was an only child made her even more miserable.

Isabella didn’t say anything, just brought her into her house and had her attendant apply her medicine to her wounds and then quietly asked her,

“Did your parents beat you because of me?”

Becky nodded her head sadly at her words,

Becky returned home later that day and received a formal apology from her parents when they returned home from work the next afternoon.

Becky wasn’t stupid.

He was not unaware of the fact that there were not many people in this town who were confident that they were right and could make two stubborn people apologize.

From that day on, she tried to become Isabella’s best friend.

Because I realized that sometimes in order to become a superior and proud person, there is more than one way to get to that position yourself.