NovelEnglishChapter 133 Montgomery Manor, master bedroom entrance.
Mila leaned against the wall, one hand gently covering her eyes, and after a long, deep sigh, she entered the room.
The door clicked shut behind her.
She approached the bed and gazed at the woman lying there, curled up, her brow furrowed, her sleep disturbed and restless.
After a moment, Mila crouched down, resting her head on the bedside, slipping one hand under the covers to gently hold the woman's hand. Though nestled in the warmth of the blankets, the woman's palm was clammy with a cool sweat, her hand cold to the touch.
Mila squeezed it tightly, using her other hand to softly smooth away the lines from the woman's furrowed brow.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the next instant, the woman on the bed, as if sensing something, grasped Mila's hand in return, shifting her body closer, and her brow relaxed immediately.
Feeling the unconscious closeness from the woman, Mila's nose tingled, her eyes grew warm, and her emotions swirled into a complex mix.
After a while, a soft, sigh-like voice broke the silence in the room.
"What is it that you like about me?" This question had always puzzled Mila.
Unlike the rest of the Montgomery family, her mother-in-law, Felicity, had been nothing but kind to her from the moment she stepped into the family- extraordinarily kind.
But it was different from any kindness she had ever known.
Her great-aunt's kindness, though loving, was stern, filled with guidance and the hope for her to succeed. Felicity's kindness was different.
Her mother-in-law's affection was gentle, all-encompassing, and asking nothing in return, as if caring for and loving Mila was the most natural thing in the world.
It mirrored the image of the mother Mila had imagined in her childhood fantasies, a mother who would cto rescue her from the long nights of punishment and beatings.
Gentle, forgiving, and loving.
"What is it that you like about me?" She sighed, repeating the question in bewilderment.
She could never comprehend why her biological parents, who had brought her into this world, were so eager to exploit every ounce of her existence.
Yet her mother-in-law, whom she had only met once before the wedding, cherished her so dearly.
Why? Her confused murmurs echoed in the room, and the woman on the bed seemed slightly disturbed, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes still clouded with sleep.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRealizing she had almost roused her, Mila softened her movements, coaxing her to drift back to sleep.
Felicity, recently subdued and muddled by medication, lay in a semi-conscious state, her body weary, but she sensed the familiar comfort in the presence beside her.
In her drowsiness, she murmured, "Mila?" "Yes, I'm here," Mila replied gently.
Felicity called her na few more times, and each time, Mila responded with patience and tenderness until her breathing steadied once more. After a quiet pause, Felicity, still enveloped in the haze of slumber, instinctively asked again.
"Mila, do you not want to see me?"
Mila paused, her grip on Felicity's hand tightening slightly. She shook her head instinctively, then realized Felicity couldn't see her gesture in her half-sleeping state, so she spoke aloud, "No, I do. I really do." Felicity, her eyes half-closed, allowed a small smile to play on her lips. "I do too." Mila smiled back, "Yes, I know."
Watching Felicity settle back into peaceful sleep, a thought suddenly surfaced within Mila a question that Mila-question might never find the right moment again. She leaned in, whispering softly into Felicity's ear, "Mom, why do you care aboutso much?" Felicity shifted slightly, not responding immediately.
Just as Mila thought she had fallen into deep sleep, a voice, soft and drowsy, gently filled the room.
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