Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Don’t come to Wendy’s house (5)
“Haa… ”
After she sighed deeply, she lay on her side. The pillowcase was wet from the towel wrapped around her head. Her cheeks on the pillow felt hot suddenly. It was the spot that Francis slapped. If she felt this much pain, Francis would feel much more pain.
“I feel so much better as I gave her a piece of my mind!” She said bitterly.
It was not too difficult for her to forget about Francis’s insults. It was even more frightening that she might have to give up her precious present rather than giving her a cheek. All she wanted was to live the way she had been for the past two years.
‘Why can’t she leave me alone?”
Wendy felt resentful about Francis.
But now, it was not easy for her to blame and hate Francis because she was so tired.
Wendy fell asleep before she knew it.
In her dream, she faced her painful past. As if she was suffering the aftereffects of her painful reunion with Francis, it led Wendy into her past memories.
“Your mother’s body arrived in front of the mansion. Go and say goodbye to her. ”
The countess spoke as if she was very generous.
Her mother, whom Olivia met as a child when she had fever, came to the mansion just once before she died. Her request to meet Olivia had been rejected by the countess. As for her rejection, the countess explained that since Olivia met her mother because of her fever, she felt lost. But Olivia knew that it showed the countess’s crooked mind.
Her mother was also not even allowed to enter the mansion. Instead, Earl Hazlet tried to erase his sense of guilt by sending her to a doctor, but it was already too late. They said her illness was lung disease, a fever, or a severe boil. Nobody knew which was true, and nobody told Olivia exactly what caused her mother’s death.
Olivia’s mother, the daughter of a fallen baron family that had barely kept their family together met her last moment as tragically as Olivia led her past life. Olivia inherited her mother’s remaining possessions. Tiny gold and coarse jewels were in a leather pouch. It had been held by Olivia’s mother for her daughter.
Olivia paused in front of her mother’s shabby coffin and spoke her last farewell. Her mother, who had no relatives or wealth, was buried in the village where she once lived. She was not allowed to be buried on the earl’s estate.
Olivia went to the belfry of the estate to find a place to live alone there. She hated everybody’s sympathy, finger-pointing and gossiping. She climbed to the top of the bell tower and sat on the windowsill.. She could look down far over the estate, but she could not see the procession of her mother’s coffin anywhere. Olivia looked around the estate for some time.
“It’s dangerous.”
Olivia turned her eyes at someone’s uneasy voice. She saw Francis standing on the staircase leading up to the entrance. Francis, who was always hostile to Olivia, had a terrified expression.
She was looking at Olivia sitting on the windowsill dangerously.
“What’s so dangerous? …Are you afraid I’ll die? ”
“Because you are sitting there, you really look dangerous!” Francis said, shaking her shoulder. Her neat red hair scattered and fell down under her shoulders.
“I heard what the countess said. She said it was a pity that I didn’t die with my mother. I think you feel the same way because you and your mother are always of the same mind. ”
Olivia spoke coldly as if to sneer at her. Olivia despised herself.
She felt it so shameful that she didn’t call her mother’s name loudly in front of her coffin. She was ashamed of her position.
“… Really? I wish you had died! Someone like you … I just wish you just died! ”
Francis yelled in a crying tone. Olivia looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Francis’ young face was contorted as if she was hurt.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Olivia said. Francis looked at her sharply. The two stared at each other intently. It was a cold and painful look.
At dawn, Wendy woke up from her dream when she heard a subtle noise in her sleep.
As soon as she lifted her heavy eyelids, she heard the opening of the sliding door again downstairs.
‘Is the noise from the sliding door?’
She guessed the source of the sound while asleep. She recalled the sliding door to the center of the house and the garden.
“…! ”
She suddenly felt wide awake. There was no reason for the door to open at this time!
If she didn’t hear wrong, there was obviously someone in her house. The memories of her dream disappeared in the blink of an eye. A chill went down her spine.
Something creaked.
When she paid all attention to the noise, she heard someone’s movement. The noise was barely audible, but she knew that someone had broken into the house.
She got scared suddenly. It was a horror she had never experienced before.
Carefully kicking out the blanket and getting out of bed, she stepped down on the carpet, holding her breath. She didn’t realize how uncomfortable she felt about the texture of the rough carpet that she touched with her bare feet. Unconsciously, she turned to the window next door. It was still dark out there. Nobody could help her.
Wendy grabbed a birch stick by the table with her shivering hands. She obtained it just in case when she learned and practiced self-defense skills, but she never expected that a day would come when she would have to use it. She couldn’t tighten her grip on it. She trembled so much that she couldn’t believe she was holding it.
The intruder was coming closer, making noise that told her exactly where the intruder was walking. It was an old house that needed repairs Wendy hadn’t gotten around to. The intruder was obviously walking toward her room. Her mouth was dry.
Finally, her doorknob was moved in one direction. She glared at it intently.
She was seized by a breathless fear. She felt her messy hair standing up.
Her door cautiously opened. A black shadow was seen through the open door. The man was wearing a mask on his face as if to prove that he didn’t come here for a good purpose.
Because of the black mask, his blue eyes seemed to be floating in the dark. Her fear reached its pinnacle.
He looked around her room. And at some point, he stopped moving. His face was fixed in one direction because he found her.
“… ! ”
Their eyes met. She saw a murderous look in his eyes.
The fear that made her unable to even scream seized her. She couldn’t open her mouth, nor scream.
“Ouch!”
It was unexpectedly the scream of the man that broke the silence in the room full of tension. The Poison Teeth, her pet plant growing in the gap of the right door frame, bit his head like a venomous snake.
She saw the plant biting his shoulder hard. The Poison Teeth instinctively bit all moving objects indiscriminately when touched, but she never expected it would fully utilize its power in such a dramatic moment like today! She never failed to give larvae to the plant every morning for the past two years and it had paid off so nicely now.
Amazed by the Poison Teeth’s attack, she managed to come to her senses and began to ponder over how to beat the intruder.
When bitten by something on his shoulder, the man reached out to the bites instinctively. Then he grabbed the stem of the Poison Teeth violently. The moment the stem of the plant was about to be cut, the energy vanished from his hands. His legs were wobbly and he fell.
A small amount of poison from the Poison Teeth spread through his body, but its effect lasted only enough to stop his movement briefly. She only had a few moments to act.
She felt in her bones that if she missed this moment, she would be in more serious trouble.
The opportunity was only now.
Immediately, she charged towards the intruder fiercely. She didn’t know how she could muster such power. She hit his head with the birch stick hard.
He screamed with pain. Just before falling, he stared at her with a murderous look.
She was again seized by fear, but she couldn’t afford to be frozen with fear.
She raised her knees and violently kicked him in his abdomen when he fell to the ground.
It was a kind of defensive violence. Her fear of the intruder made her forget all the lessons she had learned at the training center that she should not hit a fallen opponent. Painful screams once again popped out of his mouth.
She got out of the open door. The stick that slipped out of her hand after she hit him rolled on the floor. Even without thinking of picking it up, she traversed the corridor with trembling steps.
After she reached the stairs, she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. Leaning against the railing, she was trembling.
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