Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-64. My revenge

[Xanthea]

"Doctor! Call the doctor!" Meesa howled. "My baby! My Lia! Lia! Sweety! Respond to mamma! Baby!"

Taking a knife from the table, I walked closer to Nathalia.

"What do you want?" Meesa looked at the knife in my hand, hugging Nathalia protectively.

Nathalia was partially unconscious, her breaths faint and faltering.

"My revenge," I said, my voice low and detached as I knelt beside Nathalia and reached out to check her throat.

"What are you doing? Keep your filthy hands away from my daughter!" Meesa shoved away my hand. "Don't touch her, you wench-"

With stalled breaths, Meesa withdrew her hand as I pointed the knife at her.

"Mom! That's not what you call your daughter. I guess we need to set new ground rules to become a family again, Meesa," I said, coldly peering into her soul through her eyes. "And number one, keep your hands to yourself or I will break them." I smiled. "Don't worry, I will heal them later. This has been our love language, right? Hurting and healing each other? Pretending nothing's wrong."

Petrified, Meesa looked at the knife and then at me. I wasn't joking or playing around and maybe she felt it, too.

Checking Nathalia's breaths and pulse, I made Nathalia lie flat on her back and tilted her head upwards so she could breathe better. Using the knife, I cut off her clothes across her torso. "Nathalia! Can you hear me?" I patted her cheek.

She tried to breathe through her mouth, but couldn't.

Putting the knife aside, I placed my hand on her chest, starting the CPR. Locking my mouth with hers, I gave her breaths after every thirty chest compressions.

After a while, Nathalia's eyes widened as she gasped and broke into wheezes. She frantically held her neck, taking in deep breaths.

"Lia!" Nikolai and Meesa called out to her together.

I checked her pulses and breaths again. They were returning to normal. It took her a while to regain complete consciousness and when she did-

"Mom! Mom!" Shivering and frenzied, she sat up on her own and crawled away from me to her mother.

"It looks like she doesn't have any neck injuries, but it'll be better to take her to the hospital and have her checked thoroughly," I said.

I got up, breathing heavily as I trudged towards the dining table.

Sitting on the chair, I put aside the knife and clenched my hands together, trying to ignore Meesa's and Nathalia's united sobs and Nikolai's panicked voice as he checked on his sister.

forward on the

exhausted. I just wanna go back home. But where

home, I came

are just like your mother - an ungrateful,

eyes, I shook

don't change

tipsy because of the

Nikolai said, keeping his glare fixed at

wanted to talk

Nikolai's care, Meesa faced

know why I treated you the way I did? Because you are the living proof of my husband's betrayal and your mother's conceit and decisiveness. Kid?" she chuckled. "Don't make me laugh! You were the kid who reminded me every day of

them. I crushed the blueberries between my fingers and tossed them aside. I really hate this fruit so much. God, this is so

for a while, probably peering at the fruits rolling across the dining table, then she

tradition of hurting and healing. On one hand, she had an affair with my husband and on the other she helped me bear children with her unusual medicines. Pain and happiness, it was all started by

Getting up from the chair, I turned

Meesa nodded.

my trust only to break it into millions of pieces. So, I couldn't bear to let

leaving your burden on me! And what did my husband say? Raise my Thea as your own! The child of a fucking mistress was raised by the luna of

000005s.org for the full

my dry lips.

to become an outlet for your emotions.

little love, a little acceptance. I just wanted to be seen and accepted and celebrated like Nikolai and Nathalia were. I just wanted

howled. Holding her chest, she crumpled to the ground

peering into her eyes blankly, feeling a numbing tremble

but because that was the right thing to do. So I regret nothing. What you did to me was wrong. Your emotional baggage

wench!"

"Mom! Enough!" Nikolai intervened.

the tightness building in

I am going to fulfill my mother's dream. I am going to become a healer and I am going to continue my studies and

and you worship that wench of a witch like some goddess! You call me delusional, Thea? Seriously? What is your mother's

my brows, I

"Freya Plath," I said.

Is that her real name? Are

at

one knows where she came from. No one knows her name. No one knows what she was or did before she came

clenching my fist. "My mother was a wonderful, beautiful woman. She was capable and confident and maybe that is why father chose her over you! He