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.

Leaning forward on the table, I held my head

exhausted. I just wanna go back

I wondered about my home, I came across Meesa's voice,

You are just like

my eyes, I shook

don't change easily,

a little tipsy because

let it be," Nikolai said,

wanted to talk

in Nikolai's

"Don't make me laugh!

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

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

unusual medicines. Pain and happiness, it was all started by your mother. Your mother stripped me of my rights, my pride. And then compensated it by helping me become a mother,"

up from the chair, I turned my

Meesa nodded.

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

filth! You deserved what you got. And if you want to blame someone, blame your mother!" Her voice shook with rage and pain. "Blame her for giving you birth. Blame her for dying after that, leaving your burden on me! And what did my husband say? Raise my Thea as

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dry lips. I looked into

anger and I understand where your pain comes from, but I didn't deserve to become an outlet for your emotions. I understand your

my life. It was unjust, unfair to me. I just wanted a little love, a little acceptance. I just wanted to be seen and accepted and celebrated like Nikolai and Nathalia were. I just wanted to feel like a normal kid. Loved, cared for, heard. J-just a little of your and my father's affection was all I

it was!" Meesa howled. Holding her chest, she crumpled to the ground in raw

eyes blankly, feeling a numbing tremble

best, not 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 mine to carry. It's yours and I have come

ungrateful wench!" Meesa

"Mom! Enough!" Nikolai intervened.

the tightness building in

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," I said in

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

I

"Freya Plath," I said.

her real name?

looked at

not your mother. And identity theft is the worst of the worst crimes. Where does your mother stand on your moral compass now? No 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

beautiful woman. She was capable and confident and maybe