Chapter 272: You’re so insensitive!
"Odin, why are there so many vampires around this house?" Norman asked, his face etched with worry.
"That’s for extra security," Odin replied calmly.
"Extra security for what?" Norman’s curiosity was piqued.
"A witch is on the hunt," Odin explained, his tone grave. "Did you hear about the entire human village that was sacrificed recently? It was the work of a powerful witch."
Norman’s eyes widened in shock. "No, I hadn’t heard about that. Why didn’t you tell
sooner?"
Odin sighed. "I found it botherso to explain all these things to you before, but it’s getting more dangerous out there. The vampires are here to protect us from the witch’s attacks as per Prince Magnus’s order. We need to be prepared for anything."
"But I’ve noticed the security is only around my house," Norman said, furrowing his brows. He sensed sothing was off. Learning about the maniac witch hunting down humans made him feel even more on edge. "Is the witch after Alora?" he inquired.
Odin arched an eyebrow in bewildernt. "How did you know?"
"It wasn’t tough to guess," Norman answered.
Odin’s eyes narrowed. "What are your thoughts? Are you ready to curse your own daughter?" He wouldn’t be surprised if Norman spoke ill of Princess Alora—that was just his nature, wasn’t it?
"Odin, I admit I was the worst father. But I don’t want to be the sa anymore. I’ve been selfish for my motives and despised Alora. I’m regretful for my past actions," Norman stated. His gaze was low, showing his guilt.
"I didn’t an to make you feel low, Sir," Odin turned gentler in his tone.
Venus, who had overheard the conversation, frowned at Odin. Was it not enough for him to belittle her that he had now begun humiliating her father as well? Feeling a mix of anger and sadness, she turned away and went to her room. As she entered, she was surprised to find her mother there.
"What are you doing here, Mother?" Venus walked into her room. She watched as Rhea ticulously tidied the clothes in the cupboard.
"A maid could have done that," Venus asserted, trying to hide her frustration.
Rhea turned and smiled warmly. "I’ve put so new clothes for you."
Venus walked over to the cupboard and opened it, only to find an array of dull-colored garnts. The sight reminded her of the restrictions imposed on her as a widow, forbidding her from wearing vibrant colors. The contrast to her once colorful and lively existence made her heart ache. How quickly her life had transford from one filled with joy and brightness to one of somber hues and shadows.
"I heard that you went to attend Serena’s wedding," Rhea stated, aware that Serena had married the man whose proposal had once co for Venus.
"She invited , and I couldn’t refuse her," Venus replied, helping her mother with the clothes.
"How did it go?" Rhea asked, concern evident in her voice. She had heard from friends that Venus was often ridiculed by won of her age group because of her past.
"It went well," Venus answered, not wanting to burden her mother with her troubles.
"Venus, you can share with
if you’re feeling low. You don’t need to keep it all inside. We will do whatever you desire. If you wish to marry again, we will find a good suitor for you," Rhea said softly, her eyes filled with maternal concern.
Venus looked at her mother, appreciating the offer. "Thank you, Mother. I’ll think about it," she said, trying to muster a small smile.
"I am fine, Mother. You don’t have to worry about ," Venus said with a gentle smile. She placed the last gown on the hanger and closed the cupboard. Rhea embraced her daughter, caressing her head and back before kissing her forehead.
As they pulled away, Rhea said, "If you want, you can go visit Alora."
"I don’t wish to disturb Alora," Venus replied.
"Alright," Rhea nodded understandingly.
"Mother, I wish to go to the market. I want to buy a few accessories for myself," Venus expressed her desire.
"Of course, dear. Take your ti and enjoy yourself," Rhea responded with a supportive smile.
"Sure. Co with . I’ll give you money for that," Rhea said, and the mother-daughter duo went downstairs. Handing her a pouch full of coins, Rhea encouraged her to spend them freely.
"It’s too much. I’ll just buy a few accessories and return. If Mother needs sothing, she can tell ," Venus asserted.
"There’s nothing I need," Rhea replied with a smile.
As they entered the living room, Norman asked Venus where she was heading.
"To the market, Father," Venus answered.
"Hmm. Go carefully. A vicious witch is roaming around," Norman warned.
"Don’t scare our daughter," Rhea scolded her husband gently.
"I will accompany her outside, so there’s no need to worry," Odin stated, smiling reassuringly at Venus’s parents. Venus knitted her brows together, clearly displeased, as she didn’t want to go with him. She preferred to go alone.
"I can go by myself," Venus affird, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Why would you go alone? It’s good that Odin is accompanying you," Rhea interjected with a smile, grateful for Odin’s offer.
"Let’s go," Odin said, glancing at Venus. She hesitated but followed him reluctantly.
As they settled into the carriage, Venus couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. "Why do you have to follow
everywhere? I can take care of myself."
"I don’t enjoy accompanying you," Odin remarked dryly. "I’m just following strict orders from the higher-ups."
Venus sighed, looking out the window. "I just want so freedom, Odin."
"You are given freedom unlike most widows, who are even restricted to leave their houses for a year. At least you are fortunate," Odin reminded her gently.
"Why do you have to keep reminding
that I’m a widow?" Venus snapped, irritation evident in her voice.
"You’re the one who uses that word frequently. I was simply stating a common fact. There’s no need to be annoyed," Odin replied calmly.
"What do you even know about being a widow? You’re so insensitive!" Venus shouted at him, her frustration boiling over.
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