467 The Next Stage
Selma Payne’s POV:
The feeling was very clear – I didn’t experience any changes on display, but sothing was different. It was like a missing piece of a puzzle, and the missing pieces were slowly being pieced together. Although the speed was a little slow and the loopholes still existed, everything would be in place one day.
My soul gradually regained its brilliance. Selma, Madeline, and , everything was clear now. Everything was clear now. The lingering fog quietly dispersed, leaving behind the truth that made people feel relieved – all the worries were unnecessary.
My father told that my mother’s condition wasn’t very good. It was not about her body but her mind. My child was the last straw that crushed her, and the self-bla for not caring for her grandson made her go into a strange circle of self-doubt. Miss Marcy had another patient. She believed it would be difficult for my mother to escape this situation unless the child could be cured.
“I should’ve cared more about Mother,” I blad myself as I leaned against her bed and held her cold hand. “I lived with the child every day, and Mother spent most of her ti on the child every day. But I didn’t notice anything; I didn’t notice anything but just stayed aside and complained...”
My father pulled into his arms, his broad chest making feel at ease. “Don’t bla yourself, Selma. This is not your fault, just like how none of this was your mother’s fault. All these coincidences happened simultaneously, and these negative factors are not sothing one person can easily bear, so the disease ca to us.
“We will urge your mother to receive treatnt actively. Not to ntion that the child is not sick at all. He will co back to us healthy and happy one day, won’t he? Your mother will suddenly see the light by then, and everything will be better.”
Everything would be better.
I silently repeated this sentence in my heart. I looked at my mother’s pale, sleeping face and heard the machinery buzzing in the ICU. It was as if I could sll the disinfectant in the underground ward thousands of miles away.
I wouldn’t let off any villain who wanted to break the peace and extend their evil hands to my family, lover, and friends. The smiling face was a weapon in tis of peace. If your enemy had already reached your doorstep, all you had to do was put away your stupid smiling face and punch them back to their hotown to cry.
No matter who it was.
It didn’t matter if you were a human or a ghost.
Everything would be fine, I promised.
I went to take a look at my child’s condition. As I expected, after removing all the useless dicines, his ‘evolution’ speed was even faster.
To be honest, even if I was the child’s mother, I couldn’t go against my conscience and say that he was in such a bad condition... was acceptable. The lted muscles and bones bulged his skin into a soft water balloon. I thought that WAS why all the dical staff in the observation room except Lester and Master Kevin avoided his eyes.
You couldn’t bla them. You couldn’t expect the descendants of the ancient gods to evolve to suit human aesthetics. After all, humans didn’t even exist at that ti.
A lot of strange and familiar mories rushed into my mind. I vaguely rembered that I had been through this a long ti ago, but everything was blurry, and I couldn’t see clearly.
The first ‘evolution’ only took thirty days. Counting the ti before, the child would ‘break out’ in twenty days at most.
At that ti, he might still be in wolf form, beco a fair and chubby child, beco a boy or girl, and still not be bound by gender.
In short, this was an opportunity to choose and lay a solid foundation.
“Little wolf, Little wolf, get well quickly. Mommy hasn’t shown you how beautiful this world is.”
As if it heard my words, the little wolf twitched its ears in response.
Soon, soone told that my mother had woken up.
As the Queen of the werewolves, my impression of my mother was that she was always bright and beautiful, like a musician playing the harp in the Moon Goddess’ courtyard. The fragrance of flowers and a quiet tune surrounded her. Even the moonlight couldn’t steal her charm.
However, she looked extrely haggard now. Wrinkles appeared on her haggard face, indicating she was getting on in years.
“Mother.”
When my mother saw , she smiled absentmindedly. Then, she laughed at herself helplessly. “I’ve made you worry, my child. This is not sothing that a mother and grandmother should do.”
Before I could say anything, she asked again, “Where’s the child? How is he?”
“He’s doing well. He’s already entered the next stage. I sat by the bed and held my mother’s hand. I think he’ll return to us in twenty days at most.”
My mother looked at , and my father looked at . They seed to want to ask sothing, but in the end, they said nothing.
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