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.

on the

go back

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

fall far from the tree. You are just like

eyes, I

don't change easily, do

little tipsy because of the

let it be," Nikolai said, keeping his glare fixed

wanted to talk to us. So let

in Nikolai's care, Meesa

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 how

them aside. I really hate this fruit so much. God, this is

probably peering at the fruits rolling across

with her 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

the chair, I turned my head to look at

Meesa nodded.

trust only to break it into millions of pieces. So, I couldn't bear to let 'you' take away the rights of my

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

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nodded, licking my dry lips.

understand where your pain comes from, but I didn't deserve to become an outlet for your emotions. I understand your hatred, but..." I shut my eyes, trying my best to control the disaster inside

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,

Holding her chest, she crumpled to the ground in

peering into her eyes blankly, feeling

treated you the 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

wench!" Meesa

"Mom! Enough!" Nikolai intervened.

the tightness building in

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

smirked. "You don't even know what she was like and you worship that wench of a witch like some goddess! You call me delusional,

my brows, I grimaced

"Freya Plath," I said.

that her real name? Are you sure?" she

at

where she came from. No

woman. She was capable and confident and maybe that is why father chose her over you! He loved her