I glance anxiously at my mother, feeling a surge of panic. "Mom, how is Lilla? What about the people of the Foundation and the Vrawyth Kingdom? I've seen the casualties from the incident. Is everyth-"
Mother soothingly held my hand and settled beside . "My dear, please try to calm down. It's not good for your health to get so worked up." She cast a helpless glance at Father. "Waltier, please help calm our daughter down."
Father promptly joined us, taking my hand and gently stroking my hair. "Listen, my dear. Your mother is right. Now's not the ti for this discussion. You need to rest and focus on recovering from your injuries."
I shake my head, understanding my parents' intentions. But after hearing the conversations of the maids about the current state of my employees, I couldn't help but get worried.
How can I possibly calm down? I can't escape the guilt-I feel responsible for what happened, for the lives lost. I was the reason why it happened. I was the reason why a lot of people died.
How can I focus on my own recovery when others are mourning their loved ones? I know Csille is supposed to be the villainess, but I'm not Csille. I can't prioritize my own well-being while others are suffering.
I shake my head and look at my parents anxiously. "No, I need to know what happened to them. Please, Mother, Father, let know what happened to them." I look at my parents pleadingly.
Mother and Father exchange a glance before sighing heavily. Father gently squeezes my hands.
"My dear, Lilla is still in the hospital. Her condition is improving, but the doctors couldn't say when she will wake up."
Tears rolled down my face when I heard what Father said.
Lilla is comatose because of . I should have forced her to return to Frailens City before. Look what happened to her.
I shake my head, unable to accept the consequences of the explosion.
Mother imdiately wipe the tears rolling down my face. "My dear, don't worry. Your brother Pascal is doing his best to save Lilla and the employees of the Foundation. You don't have to worry about anything. Just focus on your recovery. Pascal said stress will slow down your recovery, so please try not to worry."
I wanted to protest, but all I could do was cry and sob, while my parents did their best to calm down.
I know my parents only told about the good things that happened, but they are hiding the sad truth about the explosion.
I knew what I saw, and I'm pretty sure that many worse things happened that day.
I really do wish that Lilla is doing better, or else I don't know how I will forgive myself for what happened.
I gaze at the ceiling, tears staining my cheeks as I replay the events of that fateful day in my mind. The image of blood pooling on the floor and lifeless bodies strewn around haunts relentlessly. I can't shake the feeling of guilt that consus , and I find myself wishing I had died alongside the others, sparing myself the burden of this remorse.
However, I know that it's impossible for Csille to die. Because I am the villainess and there is no way I will die in the middle of the story.
I sigh heavily. "It's all my fault. I am the one to bla." Those words keep coming out of my mouth.
Despite my parents' reminders not to stress myself, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
Suddenly, I was startled by a chuckle. Anxiously, I looked towards the source of the sound and saw a silhouette standing near the window. A shiver ran down my spine.
Who could that be?
I was about to call for help, but I imdiately stopped when I recognized who it was. My eyes widened in realization, then turned to hatred as I saw that person walking towards with a beautiful smile, as if he were admiring sothing beautiful.
Mister Sewell Saintillevé, the man behind the incident.
"You look beautiful as ever, Da Csille." He then held my hand and planted a kiss on it.
I look at him spitefully, "You're the one who puts in this situation. How dare you make fun of ."
He chuckled. "Why do you make it sound like I betrayed you? Rember, I told you countless tis that we would be attacking the Vrawyth Kingdom."
I seethed with anger. This traitor! If only I could report him to the King, I would have done it long ago.
"But you didn't tell you were planning on bombing my foundation," I retorted sarcastically. "And now you're acting like you're not the one who put in this situation."
He simply looks at , his eyes visibly shows how much he is enjoying my current situation. "It's our surprise for our loyal ally. How about it? Did you like our surprise?"
A shiver ran down my spine. It was a threat. They knew I was withholding information from them, and this was their way of reminding that if I didn't fulfill my obligations, they would...
I sighed, struggling to control my anger. Showing any emotion would only play into their hands. They wanted a reaction from , to see angry and scared. So, I wouldn't dare to back down on what we have agreed upon.
"Are you satisfied now? Have I passed your loyalty check?"
He laughed and reached out to touch my hair. Despite the gentle gesture, it only intensified my unease.
If he wanted to, I knew he could kill on the spot, especially now that I couldn't move
much.
"Da Csille, you make it sound like we don't trust you," he said, smiling sweetly at . "How could we not? You've provided us with valuable information. There's no need to test you. We know you're wise enough to discern what is good for you."
I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to smack his smiling face. But I knew I couldn't that.
I need to play the part of the villainess now.
"What are you planning to do afterward?" I inquire.
He simply smiles at . "Would you like to take a guess?"
I don't like the ga this guy is playing. Is he still sounding out? Hasn't it been sufficient that he left bedridden with broken ribs?
I shake my head. "I don't know. Just tell what you're planning after."
He stares at for a second. "Nothing. Besides sending a letter to the Royal family, we're not planning to take any further action."
I furrow my brow. Nothing? After everything they've done? They're just going to stop? I thought they would keep attacking the Vrawyth Kingdom.
"Nothing? But isn't this the perfect ti to strike while the Kingdom is still in chaos after the incident?"
He shakes his head. "That's not our style, Da Csille. Attacking when the enemy is weak goes against our principles."
And yet, planting a spy among your enemies doesn't seem to clash with your morals? Talk
about hypocrisy.
"Isn't it more thrilling to strike when they're least expecting it? I'm sure after the incident, His Majesty will tighten security. So, we'll let things settle before making our next move."
Just then, we heard a knock on my door.
"Csille, are you asleep?"
My eyes widened as I recognized the voice. It was Prince Fraser. What was he doing here in
the middle of the night?
It was already two in the morning. How did he end up at our house? Mister Sewell frowned at . "I didn't expect you to have a visitor so late," he remarked,
rising and heading to the balcony. He glanced back at . "Let's see why he's here."
I frowned. What did he an? Was he planning to eavesdrop on our conversation?
"Csille, may I co in?" Prince Fraser's voice ca through the door.
I glanced anxiously at the door. If only I could stand up, I would have blocked it. I didn't want Mister Sewell to overhear my conversation with Prince Fraser.
I was about to stop Prince Fraser when the door slowly opened, revealing an exhausted- looking Prince Fraser.
He looked at apologetically. "I apologize for coming here this late. I was just planning to check on you. But I didn't expect you are still awake. Is everything okay?"
I glanced at the balcony before returning my gaze to the worried Prince Fraser. I needed to end this conversation imdiately before he said sothing that could help Mister Sewell.
Mister Sewell had already caused too much harm. I couldn't add to it.
"What brings you here, Your Highness?"
Prince Fraser walked towards and placed a basket of fruits on the bedside table.
"As I said, I am here to check on you. Are you feeling better now?"
I glanced at the basket full of fruits and sighed. "Your Highness, I thought I made it clear that
I don't want to see you for now."
Prince Fraser pulled up a chair and sat down beside my bed. "I know, but I'm just worried
abou-"
I laughed sarcastically. "Worried about ? You?" I looked at him, disbelief evident in my eyes. "After what you've done to ? Do you expect to believe it?"
Prince Fraser sighed. "Csille, I know I made a mistake, that's why I'm here. I want to nd my
mistake. You don't deserve all the things I've put you through. I don't want you to be in a
difficult situation than you currently are."
"nd for your mistake? I don't deserve all the things you put through?" I laughed
sarcastically, tears streaming down my face.
"Your highness, the mont you cancelled our engagent, it was all over for ." I looked
at Prince Fraser sadly. "Do you really think soone would want to marry after you
cancelled our engagent in front of everyone?"
I laughed bitterly. I pity Csille, I know she's an and all, but isn't this too much punishnt
for her?
"Your highness, you rejected . Wouldn't that have implications on , your forr
fiancée? Don't you know how people see now? That the reason why the Crown Prince broke
the engagent is because I am at fault. Yet here you are saying you don't want to put in a difficult situation? Are you even for real?"
I am the writer of this story, yet I feel like I don't know who this male lead in front of is.
Why did he beco like this? I don't rember writing him this way.
"Who are you?"
My eyes widen when I realize I said those words aloud. I was supposed to mumble them to myself, but I managed to say them in front of Prince Fraser.
I glance at Prince Fraser and find him frowning at . I thought he would find my question rude, but instead of getting mad, he takes my hand and gently squeezes it.
"Csille, I know apologies won't do anything to fix what I did, but believe when I say that I never intended to hurt you." He heaves a sigh and shakes his head. "I reg-"
I shake my head and pull my hand from his grasp. "Your Highness, you don't need to explain.
It's already in the past. Why do we need to talk about it now?"
The story is slowly progressing to its climax. I cannot allow him to ruin everything. "Your Highness, you are here to talk about sothing important, right? May I know what it
is?"
Prince Fraser stares at for a couple of seconds before he shakes his head. It looks like he decided to drop the conversation.
He then takes out so docunts and gives them to . "I brought you all the docunts
you need to check. I've been taking care of your responsibilities in the Departnt, so you don't have to worry about it. These docunts are the reports I made about the current progress in the Departnt. We have been busy dealing with the aftermath of the explosion."
I look at the papers and quickly glance at the balcony. These are the papers that Mister Sewell
needs.
Why do you need to make things easier for Mister Sewell, Prince Fraser?
I laugh sarcastically, trying to mask my anxiety. I need to find a way to give the papers back to Prince Fraser. I cannot allow Mister Sewell to have them.
"You ca here just to give this? Can't you see my current state? How do you expect to
work on my duties? Leave."
Prince Fraser tried to explain himself, but I just pushed him away.
"I don't want to hear anymore from you. If you really need soone to handle the departnt, you should have found a substitute for . How can you expect to work in my
current state?"
"That's not what I ant, Csille. I thought you would be concerned about your duties, so I brought the docunts to you. I'm not forcing you to work."
I shake my head and slam the papers on his chest. "It's funny how you keep saying you're
worried about , but the truth is you're just worried that my work will be interrupted because of my injury." I laugh bitterly. "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will make sure to still fulfill my responsibilities. You don't have to remind ."
Prince Fraser tried to explain himself further, but I imdiately shut him down. He left in a
dejected state, holding all the paperwork in his hand.
I glance at the balcony, hoping to see Mister Sewell, but he's gone too. I sigh and stare at the
ceiling of the room.
Everything's a ss. When will this end?
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