Braelyn’s POV
I shared the blank pages, confused about what to say or believe. Lucien said Katerina killed his mother, and Gregor hid the evidence, but this proves Mum was an accomplice.
The concussion that caused Nadia’s death in a coma was due to my mother’s push. It was an accident, and everything was ssed up. Nadia was the mistress; Mum was just defending her friend, but a vengeful heart didn’t care about all these things.
I heard rushing footsteps approaching from the creaking sounds of the stairs, which snapped out of my dazed state imdiately. I quickly shut the diary before the door was pushed open.
"Braelyn..." I heard Lucien’s panicked voice. He has beads of sweat coating his forehead. His eyes were frantically darting around the room. I didn’t even have the chance to say anything when he burst inside and pulled into a hug.
"You scared the living daylights out of ." He said. I could feel his heart racing against his chest. "I heard you scream all the way from the lake." He explained still holding tight like he wanted to rge my body into his
"I can’t breathe..." I wheezed trying to breathe. The entire ti, my heart was beating fast, and I held the diary closer. I was nervous and scared he would notice sothing was off, worse find out the truth. "You are holding on too tight. " I added.
Lucien finally realised what he was doing and relaxed his hold. "Sorry.." he muttered, his gaze swept across and a dark look appeared on his face as the room temperature dropped several degrees low
He spotted the cuts on my hand from the fall and the blood marks on the broken glass. "What happened?" He asked, his jaw clenched.
"Because I am certain you aren’t the type to hurt yourself," he asked. I gulped at his question, guilt was eating up. It was Avelina who was involved in his mother’s death, but I felt guilty.
I didn’t understand why I felt pity for his mother when technically she was the villain, the mistress who ruined a family, but then again children shouldn’t be blad for their parents’ sins.
"I am fine. I saw a rat then panicked. " I gave a believable excuse. His gaze lingered on , it felt like he could see through my lies
"Is that all?" Lucien drawled. I nodded slowly. "That is it. I am sorry, I made you panic." I apologised.
"No, it’s fine, it’s my duty to look after you..." he said as his gaze flickered to the old dairies. I tried my best to stay calm.
Seeing his gaze lingering longer than it should, I had to co up with an explanation.
"They are my mother’s. " I explained, sothing flickered through his eyes. Surprise, then hesitant like he had sothing to say but decided to change his mind at the last minute.
"Alright." He said, his gaze remained on . He understood the sentint, it simply ant it was sothing private.
"You must really love your mother." He murmured absentmindedly. "You have to get those cleaned up ." He added. Sothing was off about him, but I really couldn’t point my finger at what it was exactly.
"It’s fine. They are not serious. "I tried to brush off his concern. I glanced up at him then added, "Don’t you have a eting to attend later. "
Lucien sighed, "I will be leaving soon, but I think you should attend to them." He insisted.
"It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about them. Go prepare for your eting." I urged him, he wanted to argue, but seeing how adamant I was, he reluctantly agreed.
"Fine then make sure to attend to them or it might get infected," he said in a serious tone
"I will Dr Volkov. " I teased him. In the end, he insisted that I leave the attic, saying it gave him the chills like the space was haunted. I teased him about it disregarding the fact that I literally saw a ghost silhouette in here
I wondered if it was Mum. My heart squeezed at the thought that my mother was trying to communicate with from the great beyond.
He swept in his arms down the stairs because of my injured soles, which didn’t hurt as much as he exaggerated. We ran into Agnes downstairs.
"Breakfast is ready.." she inford us with a forced smile. She wasn’t used to seeing close to Lucien.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" Lucien asked instead, pushing away breakfast talks. Agnes’scgaze swept around us. She finally realised my feet were bloody. Her face went pale as she blurted.
"My old kit is in the kitchen," she inford us, then led us into the kitchen. It was my first ti entering the kitchen. It was pretty large for a small villa like this. So of the appliances were pretty old but well-maintained.
Lucien set down on the counter and started inspecting my feet. All this while I was still clutching the diaries next to my chest.
"Does it hurt?" He asked , staring intently at my feet, which had a couple of cuts.
"It isn’t as bad as it looks, " I pursed my lips and he only snorted. Agnes walked towards us, holding a bowl of water with a clean towel.
"That looks awful. How did you get them?" She inquired with genuine worry on her face. Her gaze then flickered to the dairies I was holding. Sothing flickered in her face but she masked it imdiately.
"I accidentally knocked down an old lamp in the attic," I explained.
"I have to clean that." She muttered before walking towards a cabinet to find the kit. My attention was on her back when a sharp jolt of pain struck through .
I imdiately shot a glare at Lucien, who was wiping my feet. "Ouch..." I winced.
He arched a brow at . "I thought you said it didn’t hurt." He snorted at , and my face scrunched up into an ugly expression. I pursed my lips.
He cleaned my feet with utmost attention before adding, "You need to see a doctor," he stated after cleaning them, and all the cuts were visible. My jaw dropped.
"Its just a cut. It’s not anything life-threatening." I retorted. Agnes finally found the first aid kit.
"Here it is." She offered. Lucien nodded at her but his attention was still on . "It’s not because of your injury. I was able to get hold of a specialist concerning your condition," he explained, leaving stunned. I had already given up on my condition it was touching he was still putting in efforts
A sly thought then crept into my mind what would happen to us if he found out the truth about his mother’s death.
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