Chapter 135 – Side Story: Lucia (3)
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Two unfocused eyes, constantly trying to make eye contact with brown eyes that are the same as your own. I sincerely hope she recognizes herself.
I don’t even ask for much. I just hope that those eyes will come into focus and that there will be some sign that they recognize me.
Mason’s helpless gaze doesn’t stop at her. From Lucia to Siana, I just slowly wander around the room.
He bit the inside of Lucia’s hand that covered her mouth. Although she was in pain, an incomparable cruel sorrow flowed through her blood.
Sister.
Sister, it’s me.
Look at me.
Please recognize me.
Please.
She called out to her countless times, but the only thing that came out of her hands was to stop her.
“Hehe.”
Sianna let out a light laugh at her own and gently smoothed Mason’s messy hair. Mason showed no particular reaction to her touch.
“Now Mason. Sorry for waking you up. “Now it’s time to go back to sleep.”
Sianna whispered and laid Mason down again. Mason resisted once, but she held his hand as if she was used to it and covered him with a blanket, soothing him in a soft voice.
Gently patting Mason covered in her blanket, she soon began to drift off to sleep as her eyes opened and muttered something unintelligible to her. Soon, the only sound in her room was Mason’s even breathing.
The strength of her hand holding Siana slowly loosened, and on the other side, she was still holding something in her hand.
Lucia’s Masonic chair couldn’t take her eyes off her figure.
Her closed eyes, her blanket-covered chest rising and falling regularly.
It felt like if I called his name, he would wake up at any moment and ask me when I came.
The image of the idiot I just saw seemed like it was just a bad dream.
After confirming that Mason was completely asleep, Sianna carefully removed her hand and quietly approached her and whispered in his ear.
“Didn’t Bella tell you earlier?”
From her whispers, Lucia could sense a certain emotion.
A slight sense of restlessness in the voice, heavy breathing, and an angry pitch that cannot be hidden even though one tries to remain calm.
“She said it wasn’t her idea to give it a third chance.”
Every time she whispered, the brush of her breath tickled the grooves of her ears horribly. She felt her outstretched hand tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I convinced you of that.”
Lucia’s eyes do not leave Mason, but she slowly turns to Siana.
Siana’s beautiful face seen from a close distance.
There, the expression she saw for the first time was drawn.
“Everyone should have a chance to reflect on their mistakes.”
A face with the most noble beauty in the world.
An expression that rejoices in other people’s pain and enjoys base pleasure.
A chance to reflect on one’s own mistakes.
Her mistake has now returned as a disaster.
She reached out her hand and stroked her head as she had done to Mason.
“Let’s go out and talk about the rest, right?”
Sianna stood up and left her room without any hesitation, and Lucia tried to look back at her Mason, but suddenly she couldn’t stand her appearance and hurriedly followed her.
Sianna led her into her parlor. All Lucia could do was stagger behind her.
When she entered her room, she collapsed into the nearest chair and tried to gather her thoughts, but her body refused to obey her will.
It’s just that Mason’s empty eyes that don’t recognize her keep flashing in her mind.
“Well. Was it a little too much?”
When she raised her head, she saw Sianna sitting across from her with her upright posture looking at her.
Too much?
It was a sharp leap in expression.
I could feel that Lucia’s mind was gradually being broken. The more she tried to focus on something, the more her thoughts wandered in different directions. Her pounding headache sent a chill down her spine. Even her breathing feels stuffy and nauseating.
Seeing Lucia like that, the smile disappeared from Siana’s face.
“I thought it would be so hard.”
Instead, what appeared on her face was an expression full of regret. She was feeling truly sad to see Lucia unable to come out of her shock.
However, her eyes are not the same gentle green as before.
“Why did you break Mason?”
It was sticky and dangerous green.
“I told you then. What if-“
Even as Lucia’s ears were ringing, and the frustrating white noise was filling her ears as if they were filled with water, Siana’s voice was clear and clear.
“If the day comes when Mason breaks down like you or me, she will definitely regret it.”
Through her words, Lucia was able to recall her memories of events that now seemed distant.
Sianna’s heartfelt advice that she gave herself the day Mason went to Isabella to report her mental breakdown.
Memories of that time suddenly come rushing back to me vividly. As if when you swing the whip with the whip raised to its fullest extent, all the force concentrated on the tip of the whip leaves a terrible scar on the skin.
I, who feared Isabella’s influence over her, chose to submit to her early on, and I, who gave up confronting Isabella to justify it.
And because I didn’t want to admit it, I continued to brainwash myself into thinking it was my own choice.
The pettiness of relying on Isabella to relieve her emotional deficit during her childhood and dismissing Mason’s sacrifice as neglect to justify it.
Like a glass box under the scorching sun, unable to properly hide any of his secrets.
The shame felt from exposing it to the world.
I felt Siana’s eyes. It wasn’t a reprimand or judgment, it was just a look that looked at her existence.
For Lucia, who could not be proud of herself, it was like quicksand. The more she struggles to swim out, the more she falls into the mire.
Pair-
“Now.”
Lucia, startled by the sound of applause breaking the momentary silence, reflexively looked at Siana,
Her face was filled with a gentle and bright smile, as if it had never been that way.
“But as I said before, everyone needs a chance to reflect on their mistakes. My role is to help people move forward in the right direction. So-“
Sianna slowly raised her right hand and pointed at her Lucia.
“This is your third and final chance.”
“…”
Lucia did not answer.
Siana didn’t need an answer.
They both knew that there was only one answer to this situation.
“You know that Mason is out of his mind right now, right?”
Lucia nodded her head blankly at her words.
“It’s probably because I was so shocked. You have to be there to help with everything. If you don’t even scoop up rice and put it in his mouth, he won’t eat it, and you have to wash it and change it yourself. Oh, I’m not saying it’s difficult.”
Sianna continued her words, clapping her hands.
“I owe Mason her debt, and she will gladly repay it?”
Lucia recalled the image of Mason she had just seen in her room. Her empty eyes, a weak body with no sense of will, slow movements and muttering without meaning.
Her older sister, who has become an idiot with a mental breakdown, no less than an old man.
“… But, sometimes she comes back to her senses.”
… What?
At the unexpected words, Lucia looked directly into Siana’s eyes. Sianna smiled in amusement, perhaps because she wanted her reaction, but Lucia was in no condition to care about her.
“But, when she sees Isabella, she screams, and when she sees me, she just cries silently. Wouldn’t it be different for you? “I’m very curious.”
Siana took one step closer.
“I wonder if she feels any inconvenience, what she’s thinking, I mean…”
She smiled, lifted her finger and touched Lucia’s forehead.
“I want you to take care of Mason. She finds out what Sister Mason is saying and what she is thinking.”
Lucia felt a sense of déjà vu in this situation. It didn’t take long for her to find out the reason.
Hope that I can talk to a sane Mason.
In that thread of hope that seeps into the abyss.
“Will you accept it?”
Having no choice but to hang her neck, she is given a choice she cannot refuse.
Lucia looked at Siana. It was a new, calm and heavy feeling, not a guilty or intense emotion like before.
Fear.
Sianna’s green eyes, smiling at her, seemed purple at first glance.
Kuuk-
Lucia quietly closed her eyes and calmly felt her pain as her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
She committed a sin that cannot be washed away.
A sin that cannot be forgiven no matter how many times you make a sincere confession or how many indulgences you obtain.
It was time to pay for the sins I had put off.
