It had been years since that pain returned, thanks to Liora’s careful care. Whenever he was exhausted, she would bring soup she had simmered for hours. He often complained about the bitter herbal taste, yet the pain never once came back.
Thinking about those ten years with Liora, everything in his life had been seamless. His mother had never once suffered.
Now that she was gone, why did everything feel like it was unraveling?
He glanced at his phone. Arabelle hadn’t replied since 9 p.m. A flicker of frustration rose in him. Still, Arabelle had healed his legs. He couldn’t forget that. As for Liora, he could only try to make up for what he had done.
Last time, she stole Arabelle’s ring. He hadn’t broken her hand, wasn’t that enough mercy?
And she didn’t even return to say thank you. Had she really grown that bold?
At some point, Jaxon dozed off on the sofa. He didn’t know how long had passed, but he vaguely heard a whisper. When he opened his eyes, someone was covering him with a blanket. Instinctively, he grabbed the hand.
“Liora!”
But Arabelle’s voice cut through the silence. “Jaxon, who are you calling?”