The Heir's Naughty Twins
82. Apologize and Prostrate

"Taking decisions when not in their right mind is the height of insanity. Did Darius not teach you that?"

Wija immediately nagged him upon hearing Hestia's decision.

"Hestia, do you know why I didn't prevent you from marrying Yohannes? Because I know that guy doesn't matter to you. He's just a tool. But Eros is different. He's your son's father and you'll engage in an emotional game with him. While you're still struggling with your lab's emotions with Darius, do you think marrying Eros is the right decision? Crazyhead!"

Hestia could only massage her temples in confusion. "Then what should I do?" reply raucous.

"Obviously not marrying Eros, you idiot!"

"I was just thinking of giving my sons a safe place. I can appear in public as their stepmother. I could have had a reason for them to walk together and stop hiding, but Darius couldn't touch them either. What's wrong with that?"

"Your brain is wrong, okay? If with Yohannes, you divorce will not affect your child. But Eros? He man! He's a man, okay? La-ki-la-ki."

"I don't get pregnant if she's a girl, you idiot!"

"Yes, because of that!" wija shouted in frustration.

"Wija—"

"Man is a maggot, that's what you said, right? Can you look at her as a woman so as not to hate her too much? Then what, after you get fed up and can't stand it, you'll get divorced and where will your child go? With Eros? Because you're their stepmother, as you say."

Hestia's head is getting sick.

It's hard to argue, because it's true, but it's harder to think which is more true.

In the end he said it would be fine—without believing his own words—then went home to give his decision to Darius.

Hestia wanted to come after the bath, but as she passed through Melia's room, Hestia gasped at the strange sounds inside.

"Melia?"

Hestia held her breath as she opened the door, finding her sister tying her own hands, sitting with her back open full of lash marks.

"MELIE!"

This is already too much. How could he hurt himself to such an extent!

Hestia rushed over. Grabbing his sister's face that looked lifelessly empty.

Hestia's feelings were torn to shreds. This was what made him unable to stop feeling suffocated. How could he believe Darius had changed when in this corner of the room Melia single-handedly vented her wound?

Hestia cried hugging her sister. The trembling muttered sorry for leaving him without knowing that it hurt him all the way down there.

Melia's face was still empty. "Can you live?" muttered. "Isn't it disgusting to live with that body of yours, brother?"

"Melia."

"My head hurts." He vibrates. It was just crying not because of the lashings on his body, but the sadness and wounds there. "My head always hurts. I feel crazy hearing that guy's voice all the time."

Hestia cried sobbing.

He understands that. Feelings of disgust and pain.

The feeling of wanting to stop living and stop being human if Darius was still alive and still human.

Be ill.

Be ill.

Be ill.

They groaned in pain but there was no helper for them.

"Why is he being nice to you?!" Melia suddenly rebelled. "He should be angry and beat you up! You ran away from him! You left everything to me until I became like this! He should have hit you harder! Why is he being nice?! Because you are missing?! Then if I die he'll apologize to my body?!"

Hestia felt like vomiting.

But he shut his mouth and only listened as Melia screamed bitterly.

The walls of his room had been covered in thick pads that held the sound leaking out. So the only one who knew of it was Hestia and the person she always saw hurting her sister without a sound.

"I'M SORRY TO YOU!" Melia grabbed her hair and hit her own head on the floor. "APOLOGIZE TO ME FIRST AND BOW DOWN! DON'T CHANGE AS IF EVERYTHING NEVER HAPPENED!"

Hestia pulled her sister's hand. "I told you to do it to me."

He kept quiet, letting Melia take it all out.

No one understands.

No one will ever understand.

So Hestia will be there for him and prevent him from feeling the loneliness he felt for years.

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