Aster Veren
Episode 222

- Esther

I saw that Khael was already staring intently at Carel's red bead very seriously.

"Sister Aster can't go out yet. Outside of danger." Her lips were still staring at Carel's red bead sharply.

"I'll go with him, so there's no danger dong." Carel tried to defend himself after a short sigh and changed his sitting position by folding both hands in front of the chest of his field.

"Just can't. Or I'll tell uncle that Carel kidnapped sister." He grunted the table in front of him.

Seeing her angry and upset like that, somehow it looks adorable rather than scary in my eyes. Is it because Khael is a child? Unlike Carel, if she gets angry, I feel very afraid to approach her.

I lyrically the figure of Hana who stood beside Khael without much talking. If you recall, since then he did not say much, only greeting father once and the rest just showed a warm smile every time I glanced at him.

"... don't want to!" Khael cried to my surprise, I don't know what they are discussing because my mind is distracted by Hana's strange-looking attitude.

"Hee...really? I can buy you a lot of your favorite sweets. Then I don't have to take you away huh?" Carel said making me look confused at him, especially when glancing mischievously at Khael who looks upset.

"What are you talking about? Why would you make a child cry?" I asked as I looked at Khael's already teary eyes.

"I'm not—I'm just trying to persuade him to come along. If he goes with us, he won't complain about our departure to the old man, will he?" It definitely made me sigh deeply before rising from my sitting position after finishing my noisy breakfast.

"Well, it'll happen if we both go. But ... You think I'm going with you?" I asked then while looking at Carel who had seen me with his head turned up.

"What's? So you're not going with me?" He looked so surprised at my rejection.

"Other times. Let's go next time, I still want a lot of rest."

"Curtain, fine then."

"Pft—hahahaha, kasian Carel hahaha ...," Khael's laughter broke with my departure, I who saw him laughing like that felt a little relieved because the boy did not cry.

"Whisper you boy!"

The reason I refused his invitation was not because of the reasons I made up, but because I felt that my body still needed a lot of time to rest. Especially when I felt pain in my injured chest, I felt that the wound had not fully recovered.

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"Are you okay, miss?" Hana asked while presenting a warm cup of tea to me who was sitting casually on my bedroom sofa.

It feels like I haven't been lazing around like this for a long time, I don't even remember the last time I enjoyed my free time so much?

"Don't worry, I'm fine. By the way where's Khael?" I answered after ignoring his question

"After a quarrel with Mr. Carel, the young master immediately went with Mr. Arsel to Ansel's study." His speech.

"Hmm .. Then where is Carel? Has he returned to his residence?" I asked again while glancing at the wall clock that had shown at 09:25 am.

"Remember me Mr. Carel has not returned to his residence. Maybe he went to the office of Mr. Ansel with Mr. Arsel and young master .. what do I want to call you?"

"No, there's no need. I'm just asking."

I lyrically the figure of Hana standing near me with her calm expression opposite the look in her eyes. I don't really understand, but I'm sure it's the worried look he's trying to hold.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Hana in a long time, have I? After meeting him for a while, he suddenly became Khael's personal servant. I don't know how she feels, but the feeling I feel now is longing.

I miss my time with Hana. The times she helped me to dress up, bathe me and take care of me when I was sick. It was like finding a mother on him.

Did Hana .. feel devastated when she heard the news of my death that day? My mind wondered as I watched the tea water in the cup I was holding, and then I took a deep breath before throwing the teacup in my hand onto the table.

"Hana ...," I said, rising from my seat and walking toward him.

With a puzzled expression Hana began to ask, "what's the matter miss?"

I used my thin smile before grabbing her body and hugging her feelingly.

"No—nona?"

"I'm sorry Hana, you must have been very sad because of me, right? I know how surprising it is—"

"Ti—no, I beg you not to apologize to me miss. I understand why the lady did that, must be very frightened miss all this time because it became the target of many people. I. .. I am so grateful that Miss is alive now. Forgive me for not being there when Miss is in trouble." Cut it with the sound of his sobs that sounded possessive. Even his two hands had already returned my embrace tightly.

"Hana ...," I murmured as I stroked her back, trying to give her some peace while holding back the tears that had filled my eyes.

"Thank you." I continued with the fall of my tears that I have endured since.

"I hope that in the future the lady can live happier. Then promise me one thing, don't even think about ending your life or hurting yourself again, miss." His voice was still with a trembling voice due to his sobs.

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- Ansel

"What does this mean?" I asked if I could not believe what I had just seen in the documents that Albert sent through his personal assistant.

"As it says there sir." The man Albert sent made me squint, looking at him sharply.

"There's no need to look at me like that, sir. Mr. Albert only wants to ask for the appropriate reward for taking care of your daughter, besides Mr. Albert has helped you by telling the truth about Miss Aster who is still alive. That way you and your people can find him and bring him back." Continue before showing her a thin smile that looks annoying.

"I can't argue with that, I'm very grateful for his honesty. But anything in exchange for this unreasonable he asked for? Is he crazy?" I can't believe Albert's way of thinking asked for my approval to unite Aster with his second son Sean.

She thinks she can just as casually match her son to my daughter? Then why would Ian support Albert's plan to unite his son with my daughter? Continue inwardly when I see his signature in the attached consent file.

"I don't think he has the right to interfere." I muttered while massaging my forehead which I began to throb at the thought of Ian's sassness. Though he has no right to interfere, but why act so casually behind my back?

Doesn't everyone know that Aster is my daughter? So why is Ian's approval more important than my approval as his real father?

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