Brenda closed her eyes. She wanted to deny it. She wanted to protect Arwen from the ugly truth. But how could she refute what had always been true? How could she lie again now when the weight of her choices had already begun to crumble the bond they once shared?
Arwen watched her silently, her lips curling into a bitter, almost broken smile. Her heart clenched painfully.
As expected ... her guess hadn’t been wrong.
The one who had drugged her wasn’t some unknown enemy lurking in the shadows, nor a distant figure she needed to hunt down.
It was someone no one would have ever suspected of harming her.
Someone she had trusted without hesitation ... almost all her life.
Her mother.
"You know ..." Arwen began again, her voice trembling as a cracked smile formed in her lips. Her eyes shimmered, but she stubbornly held back the tears that no longer deserved to fall. "I came here today to get answers from you. But when I sat in the car, I realized ... I didn’t need to think too hard about it. It was an easy guess. I just had to look at things through right lens. I just had to start seeing the people ii called my own ... as my enemies. And suddenly, the missing pieces started falling into place on their own."
Brenda’s fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her chest rising unevenly. She knew she was getting misunderstood, but she didn’t care about that at the moment. All she cares for was Arwen. She could see the pain in her granddaughter’s eyes —pain that no words could soothe now.
"Wennie, what happened ... happened in the past," Brenda said shakily. "Over the time, the things have changed. What Catrin did was very wrong, but pushing you away from her would have made things harder for you. You needed her and that’s why —"
"I don’t need your explanations anymore," Arwen cut her off sharply, standing up on her feet. Her voice was no longer trembling —it was firm, cold. "You should have given them to me before. Now, I don’t need them anymore."
Brenda shook her head, her gaze growing anxiously desperate. "Wennie, listen to me once. You —"
Arwen turned away, refusing to meet her grandmother’s eyes anymore. "Today ... I didn’t come to visit you. I came to tell you thank you. Even if your intentions might not be purely to save me, you still deserve it. After all, I heard neither the drug was an easy one, nor its antidote. Yet you still did everything it took to get it. So, thank you for that. You saved my life —not once, but twice."
She turned over her shoulder to glance at Brenda one last time. But just when Brenda was about to speak, she turned away and walked out, not sparing her another look.
Brenda tried to reach for her, wanting to hold her back by the arm. But her reflexes had grown too slow. Before she could even touch her shadow, Arwen had already moved away.
"Wennie —" she called again, her voice frail, echoing through the quiet room.
But Arwen didn’t stop. Keeping her pace steady, she walked out as though she hadn’t heard at all.
Only when she was out of the room did she pause in her steps. Her hand reached to hold the wall on the side, seeking its support ... as though she needed it desperately to stay on her feet.
Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her breathing. Only she knew how hard it had been to maintain her composure in front of her grandmother. She was upset ... betrayed ... but at the same time, she couldn’t bear to see her Granna in such a state. A state where she looked so fragile ... like she could leave her forever at any moment.
"Moon!"
The voice made her glance up, and the moment her eyes met with Aiden’s, the tears that she had been holding back broke all the bounds, rushing down her cheeks like they intended to drown the entire state.
When Aiden saw her like that, his eyes widened slightly and he immediately rushed to her side, his movement swift and panther-like. "What’s wrong?"
Arwen moved her hand from the wall to his arm before leaning into his embrace, seeking the solace she could only find in him. "I can’t see her like this, Aiden. I can’t. Please ... please do something. Please save her for me. I can’t bear to watch her leave us ... not so soon. Not when I am still clueless about how to react to everything that’s happening around me."
Aiden’s brows drew tight. His arms wrapped around her securely, and his chin rested over her head, holding her close and shielding her with his warmth.


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