NovelEnglishChapter 131 Mila and Miranda had spent the afternoon wandering through the mall, and, useful or not, they ended up with bags full of snacks and trinkets. Feeling a bit worn out, they decided to rest with a warm drink at a nearby bookstore.
After a brief respite, Mila felt recharged and was just about to get up when her phone buzzed insistently on the table. She glanced at the screen-it was Lysander.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Coutside." "Mom's not well, and it's because of you." Mila frowned slightly. Her mother-in-law had called earlier, and although she sounded a bit down towards the end, there hadn't been any sign of distress. Yet, when it cto his mother, Lysander never exaggerated.
"I need to make a call," she told Miranda, stepping out of the bookstore to return the call. Lysander picked up almost immediately.
"I'm outside the mall. Cwithto the manor," he instructed without preamble.
Mila hesitated, "What's wrong with your mom?" "You're asking what's wrong with her?" Lysander's tone was icy. "She called you just now. What did you say?" "What happened?" Mila's voice grew cold, matching his tone, as she struggled to get to the bottom of things. "She's been down lately, sleeping too much. After your call, she cried for a long while. Mila, you know her condition. No matter what happens between us, she's always been good to you. And you upset her!" Mila was taken aback. "I just said we wouldn't be hfor Christmas..." She hadn't anticipated that such a simple comment would have such an impact. Guilt gnawed at her, and the throbbing pain from her recent head injury intensified.
"Mila, you've let her rely on you all these years. You have a responsibility!" Lysander ended the call abruptly, leaving Mila standing there, feeling a chill spread through her veins.
Depression... It can be deadly if it worsens.
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Returning to the bookstore, Mila briefly explained the situation to Miranda, asking her to drive the purchases hbefore she rushed out.
Miranda barely had tto process what was happening before Mila disappeared. "What on earth is going on?" Outside the mall, Lysander's sleek black car was parked at the curb. Mila touched the spot under her orange hat where her head was still tender, stifling the headache brought on by stress, and climbed into the back seat.
No sooner had she settled than she was pulled into an embrace. "Ow, my head!" she yelped, pulling back and giving Lysander a swift slap, her lips trembling with anger as her head throbbed.
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