The Heir's Naughty Twins
86. Wounds that are Not Healed by Time

Hestia turned her face away, trying not to grimace in pain.

Chests ache. He's tired. But he had to pretend. Because that's what he's always done and that's what he's learned since he was very young.

"I'm not a child. If he changes, then that's best."

"It's precisely because you're not a child, listen? You can understand what you want and stop messing around. Just tell me you—"

"Then!" Unknowingly, Hestia raised her voice. "Then after that he'll bow down apologizing to me and Melia? After that he hugged us and said forgive Papa because Papa was khilaf? That's how you mean?!"

Hestia accidentally threw the glass in her hand as an impingement. He doesn't know what to do either. He was also overwhelmed by all these feelings.

"Stop talking like everything's easy. My brother doesn't get hurt if it's easy. Slow down everything's fine. I'm an adult. I don't need forgiveness to forgive."

But after that Hestia squeezed her forehead instead and cried without a sound.

How to remove the wound in his heart? How does he really accept the phrase 'forgiven so let's forget'?

That's sore. It was incredibly sick and painful.

To the extent that it feels like Hestia hopes to be chopped off because it will probably be much more relieving than having to live whole but continue to be tormented by her feelings.

Indeed indeed. He wanted an apology. He wished Darius to apologize. But if he said 'Pa, apologize for the past' would Darius cry?

Nah! Darius would frown and everything that had improved was getting worse.

"You know?" Wija went to pick up the glass that was spilled into the grass. "You'll never be sane until you heal yourself."

"...."

"Hestia, injured by falling off a bike can heal even without treatment. But lung pain or cancer cannot heal without the intervention of a doctor. Thought about? Your wounds are not the kind that 'let time heal'. It needs medicine. Sorry about Darius' mouth."

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Yujerian never missed checking his mother's bag. So when he saw the pile of sleeping pills even now sedatives, Yujerian held his breath so as not to hunt furiously.

"Nii."

Yujerian's gaze shifted on the Mandala. "Do you want Haha-ue to get married? Why is it that now Haha-ue even takes this kind of medicine?"

"Then?"

"Are you ready to hear it?"

"We've been living with Haha-ue since we were born!" Yuveria tugged at Mandala's hand. "Please tell us."

"Mandala, just say it frankly."

Mandala sighed, in the end squatting. "There are two options for those who experience violence in their lives."

Both stunned. That one sentence was enough to say that Hestia was subjected to violence to trauma.

"The first option is to get hurt, the second option is to pretend not to get hurt." Mandalas took bottles of medicine from their hands, looking through the writing. "You ever ask, can Mr Eros cure Miss Hestia? The answer is no."

"Why?"

"Because Miss Hestia doesn't want that." Mandala returned the medicine bottle to Yujerian's hands. "Miss Hestia expects the person who hurt her to know she's hurt."

"Who hurt Haha-ue?" lirih Yuveria's.

"What brother? Beautiful aunt at the time?" ask Yujerian.

"His father, both of your grandfathers."

Yujerian jerks. Then why did Hestia still continue to return there and continue to be injured for months? Wasn't it obvious that he was getting more injured then what he was looking for didn't exist?

"I don't have a father or a mother so I won't say it personally." Mandala stood up again. "But if I have to say, sometimes, someone doing something with 'intention' is not bad but ends badly and he is unconscious."

"Nii."

Yujerian stared at the medicine bottle giddy in his hand and Yuveria. He was tired of watching his mother keep pretending to be happy, pretending to be calm enjoying her life and then in the middle of the night waking up to get hurt secretly.

"Will Mandala kill Haha-ue's father if we ask?"

"Have I ever drawn my word, Young Master?"

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