He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 10
The day the Westmoor Pack sent over the engagement documents and gifts, my sister fell ill.
That morning, my mother went straight to her room.
Maya was indignant.
“Today is your video confirmation with the Pack Council for the registration. Why is Margaret still with Victoria?”
I was standing in front of the mirror, trying on a jeweled hair clip Clara had sent me. I just said, “Let her.”
In the past, something like this would have wounded me. I would have spent the day wondering why my mother wasn’t with me.
Now, I only felt that her absence made the room quieter.
Just before noon, my mother finally appeared.
Her first words were, “Adeline, Victoria heard the Westmoor Pack sent twelve betrothal gifts, and she’s been having chest pains all morning.”
I continued fastening my earrings.
“What did the Healer say?”
“He said it’s her old injury, aggravated by emotional distress.”
“Oh.”
My mother stood behind me, likely thrown by my calm.
“Aren’t you going to see her?”
I met her eyes in the mirror.
“The Council video call is about to start. I’ll go after.”
She frowned.
“She’s sick because of your marriage.”
At last, I turned around.
“So? Should I cancel the engagement?”
She choked on her words.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Good.”
I smiled.
“After all, the engagement to the Blacks has already been given to her. We can’t very well give Gavin away, too, just because her chest hurts.”
My mother’s face darkened.
“Adeline, when did you learn to speak so cruelly?”
I gave it a moment’s thought.
“Probably when I realized that if I said things gently, no one listened.”
She stared at me, speechless.
Just then, the downstairs intercom buzzed. “Ms. Mercer and Commander Gavin have arrived.”
My mother abandoned any thought of scolding me further and hurried downstairs to greet them.
I walked to my doorway and saw my sister standing at the far end of the hall.
She didn’t look particularly ill. In fact, her complexion was rosier than it had been a few days ago, though her eyes were red-rimmed.
“Adeline.”
She called out to me, and I stopped.
She took a few steps closer.
“I’m just upset. I’m not trying to take your marriage from you.”
I said nothing.
She bit her lip.
“Are you still blaming me?”
I asked, “Blaming you for what?”
She froze.
“For Sebastian.”
I smiled.
“Isn’t he the one you wanted? Since you have him, marry him and be happy. Stop coming to me about it. If you keep asking, it just makes you look guilty.”
Her face went white.