Chapter 124 – Rainy Season (7)
Rumbling-
The sound of thunder made Mason turn her head to her window. What you see beyond the window is cloudy weather. Even though she is in a comfortable room, the gloom that surrounds her body makes her shiver without realizing it.
I was anxious.
Since receiving Lucia’s letter, which ignited the spark of hope that had burned, she has never been able to sleep comfortably.
Naturally, it was a fear learned from Isabella’s actions. She was a person who did everything she could to create the worst-case scenario in order to destroy herself.
What if, this time, she uses a method she can’t even imagine thwarting the plan Lucia and Grace have made?
I don’t know, but it wasn’t impossible. In the first place, she was so dull and stupid that she only realized after a long time that her Sianna was suffering, and she had no idea what kind of person her sister had turned into while she was away.
Perhaps, this time too, we might fall into the trap she set for herself.
That’s why she tossed and turned every night, was startled every time she heard small footsteps in the doorway, and even when she managed to fall asleep, she had to wake up drenched in nightmares that would never forget.
Days when my blood dries up every day. Mason’s days these days could be summarized like that.
Her nerves were getting weaker day by day, but unfortunately, she couldn’t expect this place to soothe her exhausted mind and body.
Everything around reminded me of Isabella’s presence. That bookshelf, that wallpaper, and the bed she lay on, hugging herself forcibly, whispered threats into her ear until she was unable to overcome her. Her closet, where she hid her braids that she had sent to her sister in hopes of pleasing them, occasionally aroused her desire to vomit.
Lucia wanted to get out of this room by threatening her life as she had authorized in her letter, but for some reason, Isabella had not returned to her own room even after several days.
Instead, the only people who came to her room were people who came in to eat and clean her, and the person who locked her here did not even look at her nose.
She asked if it would be possible to bring in Jennifer, who had a close relationship with Mason, but the staff only responded that Isabella had gone off to run an errand she had requested, and that she had been away for a few days.
Sometimes she got tired of waiting and had the urge to go and find Isabella herself, or to make a fuss to her servants that if they didn’t bring her back, she would die, but each time she did that, fear filled her. I grabbed my ankle.
If she went out and made a fuss, people would talk about it, whether she liked it or not, and people’s attention could be focused on the situation she, Siana, and Lucia found themselves in. If you’re lucky, Isabella’s sins will be revealed, and she may be given the punishment she deserves.
But can Lucia also avoid that responsibility?
As much as Lucia was helping her now, she knew best that she was in deep collaboration with Isabella. It was clear that if her punishment were to be meted out to Isabella, Lucia would not be able to avoid it either.
And although she was a little selfish, Mason knew very well that she could not avoid her arrows coming back at her.
The unforgivable sin of having a homosexual relationship with her younger brother.
No matter how determined she was and how willing she was to do anything to save Sianna, she was just a person who could not remain calm in the face of the fear of the future.
The whispers of her villagers, the pointing of fingers that would follow her wherever she went.
Her plummeting return after leaving the village for a long time with a pitiful story would become a good story in the countryside where things to talk about were lacking.
Also, of course, there was the Siana problem.
She knew very well that if Isabella was captured and did not receive her medicine on time, Sianna would not escape her death. If she were to die, all of this would have been in vain, and the hard work of her and those around her would have been in vain.
Just in case, really just in case. If that happens-
Mason reached into her pockets with her trembling hands and grabbed hold of her hair tie. She had been holding it even when she was sleeping, so she tried to shake off her anxious thoughts by feeling the warmth of her braid, which was still warm.
If she had been able to take care of Sina, she wouldn’t have had time to think about this.
It was more painful to tremble with fear like this than the days when I was shaking for fear that she would stop breathing and holding back the tears that welled up every time I saw her gaunt appearance.
In the end, all she could do was wait. May Lucia and Grace’s plan succeed, may Sianna be freed from her addiction, may her health be restored, and may Isabella receive the punishment she deserves.
A situation that seems more difficult than passing a camel through the eye of a needle.
She prayed to a god she wasn’t even sure existed anymore. Because now, unless it’s a miracle, nothing can solve the situation.
The weather is nice.
This was Isabella’s impression as she opened the door and felt the wind blowing outside. Beside her, Sianna was sprawled out in her wheelchair, with her blanket draped over her hat and shawl tightly fastened.
On the other side, a worker hesitated for a while with a worried expression, and then seemed to have decided and was about to talk to her.
“Don’t say a word.”
She returned to her hesitant expression, and Isabella stuck it out.
“The moment a sound comes out of her foolishly opened mouth, I will fire you and never allow you to set foot in this town again.”
It was a moment for her to reveal a side of herself that she had never shown except to those close to her.
She no longer felt the need to try to deceive others as before.
Ignoring the cold look in her eyes and the way the owner’s eyes were filled with shock at the verbal abuse she poured out, he went back to the back of her wheelchair, carefully grasped the handle, and slowly walked away from her.
There was no sunlight, but the air felt muggy and did not feel cold. As she always did when she walked her Sianna, she passed manicured bushes, flower gardens, and fountains.
When she arrived in front of the tree she had visited on her different ‘walks’, she stopped in front of it and chuckled to herself.
“I miss you.”
At that time, no one could bother me.
“Aren’t you like that too?”
Isabella bent down her upper body and whispered in Sianna’s ear. Naturally, Sianna didn’t react much. She playfully pulls on the leather of the necklace hanging around her neck, then lightly kisses her ear, avoiding the brim of her hat.
“Just wait a moment.”
If everything goes well this time, we can go back to the way it was before.
She started her walk again. She passed between other bushes and spoke to Sianna, who did not respond, in front of the flowers planted on the ground.
As soon as I arrived in front of the entrance to the mansion, I started to hear the sound of carriage wheels and horses’ hooves from afar.
Isabella checked Siana’s shawl and hat again and smiled calmly.
The opening of the final chapter that cannot be undone.
Unlike other works that have never deviated from her plans, has there ever been a work that upset her so much?
It couldn’t help but be difficult as it was disjointed and cut off at every point, and the characters who were supposed to move where they wanted to go kept going against their will.
But as much as it was, the moment you put down the quill for the last time will be even sweeter.
She bent her upper body in front of Sianna. After holding on to her wheelchair, so it wouldn’t move, he twisted her head and lightly kissed Sianna’s lips.
Feeling the touch of her dry, twisted lips, Isabella murmured with more sincerity than ever.
Thank you, Siana.
You will be the lead role in the best work of my life, which will never happen again.
Her kisses continued. Even as the beat of her horse’s hooves and rolling wheels slows, and I hear her horses touring, the sounds of wheels dragging across the sand and doors opening.
After a while, she smiled softly and turned behind her.
There was Jennifer, holding the brim of her hat with one hand and fastening her shawl with her other hand.
“How was your vacation?”
“It was fun, lady.”
Jennifer answered in the same voice as before she left. It was a calm but gentle voice as usual.
Isabella hugged her tightly and whispered quietly in her ear.
“Thank you. Because I will not forget this grace.”
At her words, the body in my arms stiffened for a moment, but soon the stiff body in my arms relaxed, and I soon felt Isabella’s warm hands on my back.
“It is my pleasure to serve you, young lady.”
A voice filled with desire that passes through my ears.
It was very pleasant to hear Isabella’s ears.
That evening, Mason still couldn’t sleep and looked at her door. No, is it true that she wasn’t asleep? She couldn’t be sure. Lately, my nightmares have started in this room.
She may have been deluding herself into thinking that in her dream she was unable to fall asleep. This was also a repertoire of nightmares that I had experienced many times. The door will soon open-
Gwaik-
Yes, like that.
The door opened, light poured in, and feet and shadows were visible beneath the thin door crack.
Who is it?
Me, letting go of her mind, overlapping her tongue and body with her Lucia, and making her retreat? The fantasy of Siana becoming a total wreck that she faced at home? Or is she Sianna, who is on the verge of taking her own life?
What she saw through the door was a familiar-looking woman with long black hair and sparkling amethyst-colored eyes.
“You weren’t sleeping yet?”
This nightmare is Isabella.
Mason nodded quietly. That’s because her nightmares didn’t easily wake her up. Because she always woke up screaming and drenched in cold sweat after showing herself the most horrible thing.
Isabella soon entered her room and closed the door with one of her feet. She looked different from usual and for some reason, she was holding something in both hands.
Only after squinting and looking closely did she realize that it was her bottle and two glasses.
“Would you like to have a drink?”
Isabella smiled softly and approached.
Today starts a little differently.
Mason resignedly accepted the glass handed to him by Isabella.
