Gianna peered up at Arwen, her eyes shining as if she had discovered the perfect solution —one that could never fail, no matter what.
"Wenna, as long as you tell all this to uncle, he will find a way to get the evidence against that bi*ch," she said, her voice brimming more optimistically than before. "Believe me, he always has a way or two up his sleeve. No matter how sharp is the opponent, they can’t outwit him."
Arwen paused at her words, as if truly considering it.
Although she didn’t know the full extent of Aiden’s capabilities, she didn’t underestimate his reach. But still …
Shaking her head, she dismissed the idea. "No, we won’t do that," she said firmly.
Gianna frowned. "Why? You don’t trust him?" She leaned in, her voice growing more insistent. "Arwen, my uncle treats you differently. Just from the few times I have seen him around you, I can tell he adores you more than it seems on the surface. If you tell him about this, he will do everything to avenge you. He just needs to know it, and he would bring Heaven and Hell together if that’s what it takes to make Delyth pay."
Hearing her put it that way, Arwen didn’t know how to respond.
She felt like Gianna was exaggerating a little.
But at the same time, she knew that if she asked Aiden for help, he wouldn’t hesitate.
"Anna, I don’t doubt Aiden, and I also want Delyth to get punished, but —"
Before she could finish, Gianna cut her off impatiently. "Then why, Wenna? Why don’t you want his help?"
Arwen sighed. "Because I don’t want to get him involved in this, Anna."
Gianna’s brows knitted together, but Arwen continued before she could interrupt again.
"He is already busy with work, handling a business trip. He has so much on his plate, and I don’t want to add to his burden. Especially not with something as messy as Ryan and Delyth. He doesn’t deserve their kind of trouble in his life."
Gianna opened her mouth to argue but then stopped.
When she looked at it from Arwen’s perspective, she understood. She didn’t completely agree, but she knew Arwen well enough to realize that once she made a decision, no amount of convincing would change her mind.
Sighing, she asked, "Then what are you going to do?"
Arwen shrugged, "I don’t know now, but I am going to do something. I won’t let this slide easily. If nothing else, I will make sure Delyth experiences exactly what I went through."
Gianna, mid-breath, suddenly choked.
"Wait." She held up a finger as if to pause Arwen mid-sentence. "W-What did you just say?"
Arwen looked confused. "I said I won’t let Delyth slide away like that."
"No, not that," Gianna shook her head. "Before that."
Arwen frowned. "That I will make her experience the same pain and suffering that I did. Why?"
Gianna’s eyes widened slightly, staring at her as if she had just discovered something shocking.
"Anna, don’t tell me you are already feeling sympathy for Delyth?" Arwen asked, raising a brow. "I haven’t even done anything to her yet."
Gianna clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Who cares about her?" she scoffed. "I just wanted to confirm if I heard you right."
"You did," Arwen nodded. "I meant every word."
Gianna clapped her hands together, looking way too pleased.
"Which means I didn’t deduce it wrong at all."
Arwen narrowed her eyes. "What exactly did you deduce?"
Gianna grinned mischievously. "That by staying with my uncle, you will become more and more like him." She pointed her finger at her knowingly. "And see? You are! Talking about getting an eye for an eye —that’s totally his way of handling things."
Arwen rolled her eyes, opening her mouth, ready to retort. But before she could, Gianna raised her hand, stopping her.
"Don’t tell me now that you would like this since before, Wenna. Because you were not. You had the kindness, and if asked, you would have easily agreed to let Delyth go. But now, you are planning to make her suffer the same pain. It definitely has to be my uncle’s influence." Gianna reasoned.
Arwen pursed her lips before shaking her head. "Don’t blame it on him. He isn’t that cruel. He is —"
"He isn’t cruel?" It was like Gianna was hearing the biggest joke of the century. "Girl, are you sure you are talking about your husband? If he isn’t cruel, then the cruelty itself never existed in this world. He might not be a bad person, but dear, he definitely isn’t a saint who survives with kindness as his only weapon."
"He doesn’t need to be a saint for me to recognize him as a kind person," Arwen said while fluidly moving her fingers over the keyboard. "I would still know him a kind one even if tomorrow I come to know his cruelest side." She paused suddenly, glancing up at Gianna. "You know why?"
"Why?" Gianna asked, her brows drawn together as she stared at Arwen, waiting for her reply.
"Because to me, he has been nothing but kind," Arwen answered with a smile. "He treated me like no one ever did. He treated me like me —without any conditions, without any expectations. So, to me, he is the kindest of all."
Gianna stared at Arwen for a moment. Her thoughts spiralling around Arwen’s words. No matter how she looked, she could feel a connection between Arwen and her uncle, one that’s not obvious, but it’s there. Unseen and impenetrable. Experience new tales on Freewebnovel
Arwen didn’t like taking up the work early in the morning. But since it was urgent, she had to do it. While she was almost done with it, she heard Gianna suddenly asking.
"Wenna, by any chance, do you think you have known my uncle from before?"
She asked, and Arwen looked up at her, blinking her eyes in confusion.
"Known him from before?" she repeated, a slight furrow forming between her brows.
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