Chapter-30. Eidetic memory

[Xanthea]

I peered at the High lady.

"It's ok if you don't wish to," she said. "The position of a mother varies in the lives of different people and as far as I have known you, you regard your mother quite highly. So, it's completely fine if you don't wish to call me mom. Not everyone deserves to be called a mother."

Her grip tightened on her paint brush. The shadow of sadness drained in her eyes as she lowered them to the painting.

"You are a great mother... you love your kids so much..." I said.

She smiled faintly, then shook her head.

"Love?" she chuckled. "Parents often do awful things to their kids out of... love..." her eyes welled up. Her voice quavered as she continued. "Every woman can become a mother, but not all deserve to be called one. And I am one of them who doesn't deserve this title."

I tensed my brows. I might have failed to comprehend the context behind her words, but the pain behind them was as clear as snow in a blizzard.

Licking and nibbling my lower lip, I took a deep breath. Sitting beside her on the bed, I held her hand in mine.

"Mom..." My voice came out as a timid whisper. "I don't know why your words sound like wounds, but I know one thing: there is no wound that a mother can't heal. In my mother's words, there is no greater medicine than a mother's love. No matter how wounded a mother is, she can always find the strength to fight for her kids."

"I think I am too late..."

"Moms are never late, they are always on time. The right time." I said.

She laughed before tears streamed down her face. She took in a shuddering breath, averting her eyes.

"Come here, dear," she hugged me, kissing the side of my head. She caressed my hair and back as I hugged her back.

We hugged for a while before her sniffles faded away.

"I am sure wherever your mother is, she is very proud of you," she said, and we looked at the painting of my mother's proud smile. "Live proudly, Xanthea. I am sure that's what your mother would have wanted for you." She stroked my hair.

Dipping her fingers in the yellow paint, she playfully smeared it on my cheeks.

"Caught you off guard!" she said excitedly, breaking into a contagious laughter that made me crack up as well.

"I hope you find your yellow, all the yellow in your life and you never run short on this color," she said.

I ran my fingers over my cheek and then looked at the High lady, perplexed.

"Yellow?"

She nodded.

"It represents happiness, warmth and positivity."

I pursed my lips in a thin line.

"I thought it represented caution and warning?"

It looked as if I had caught the High lady off-guard this time. She parted her lips, but words seemed to have stuck in her throat.

with its

both of us

smile faltered as my eyes

have been my illusion because the Raven who stood before me now seemed to have not encountered a

his arms folded across his chest. My eyes fell

had hidden his presence. I wasn't sure for how long he had been

got up from the High lady's bed and stood a few steps away from it,

from the doorframe and

His

When did you get here?"

eyes lingered on

to rest." He looked at the

at the paint brushes

rushed in front of

and immediately began cleaning up the

were about to touch the painting when the High lady

Raven before his gaze shifted

are you here? And with whose permission are you doing all this? You can't skip a

back under

her here and she brought me canvas and

settle for someone like her. But I must say..." he

explain myself, but I knew it would be futile, so I remained

cheeks in a bruising grip as

survive this marriage. Not my mother, not Nesryn. Because no one here will dare go against us for you." His nails sunk into my skin.

a jerk before seizing my wrist in an unyielding

pace. Every time my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside himself, forcing me into a frenetic run to

my pulse throb faster and louder in his grip, screaming for help, but I didn't try to

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it was about the reports. There could be only two scenarios: they

the cases, I knew the only

to keep my gaze low to avoid looking at the staff who stood aside in the hallways with their

carpet when he pushed me into his cabin. But right before I fell to the ground, he pulled me back to my feet from

did you do it?" He let go of my hand and slammed the reports on the glass table near the couch. "How did you copy the reports so accurately? Who helped you cheat? Nesryn? It had to be Nesryn. Because there is no other

not cheat. I said I could write the reports. You asked

in your voice, omega? Huh?" He growled as his eyes glowed. His wolf. Breaking

grunted, clenching his

leaned closer to

could feel our breath collide. My chest heaved faster against his as I fervently breathed in

tone with me? Where is

courage to open my eyes and look into his as he tightened his grip around my throat. But it wasn't tight enough to cut

not cheat,

Then

I patiently drew in a

grabbed the original

genes at 4 pm on the fourth day of

my mind and changed to the fourth day and their variation at 4 pm zoomed

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