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.

let out a heavy sigh. Leaning forward on the table, I held my head in

am so... exhausted. I just wanna go back home.

home, I

are just like your mother - an ungrateful, characterless

my eyes, I shook

don't change

little tipsy because of the

it be," Nikolai said,

Nikolai. She wanted to talk

Nikolai's care, Meesa

laugh! You were the kid who reminded me every day

between my fingers and tossed them aside. I really

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

she helped me bear children with her unusual medicines. Pain and happiness, it was all started by your mother. Your mother

chair, I turned my head to look at

Meesa nodded.

break it into millions of pieces. So, I couldn't bear to let 'you' take away the rights of my children." Nikolai and Nathalia looked at Meesa just as shocked as I was. We didn't know

mother!" Her voice shook with rage and pain. "Blame her for giving you birth. Blame her for dying after that, leaving your

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licking my dry lips. I looked

to become

and to be punished for something I didn't do all my life. It was unjust, unfair to me. I just wanted a little love, a little acceptance. I just wanted to be

Meesa howled. Holding her chest, she crumpled

eyes blankly, feeling

because I was scared, but because that was the right thing to do. So I regret nothing. What you did to me was wrong. Your emotional baggage is not

wench!"

"Mom! Enough!" Nikolai intervened.

swallowing the tightness building in my

you think you have hurt me, you are wrong. You just broke my body and not my spirit and now 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 I am going to make my mother proud. And this time you cannot stop me,"

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

brows, I grimaced at

"Freya Plath," I said.

her real name? Are

at her,

one knows where she came from. No one knows her name. No one knows what she was or did before she came here. Not even Valdimir. But my dear, I can tell you one thing for sure: your mother was a horrible

a wonderful, beautiful woman. She was capable and confident and maybe that is