In Death I Obeyed You Most Chapter 08
Released on medical bail pending trial, Mom lost her mind entirely.
She no longer wore designer silks; instead, clad in thin pajamas day and night, she wandered the city streets screaming my name.
My spirit followed behind her, watching her hollow eyes and frantic rambling without a shred of pity.
One rainy afternoon, guided purely by broken instincts, she arrived at the hospital courtyard:
“Nora… Mommy’s here. Where are you? Please come out and see Mommy…”
“Mommy knows she was wrong… I shouldn’t have sent you to that clinic, I shouldn’t have favored Chloe, I shouldn’t have hurt you… Please come home!”
Passersby and nurses whispered among themselves:
“Isn’t that the socialite who had her own daughter modified and killed her?”
“Yeah, went completely insane. Wanders around every day looking for the body.”
Overhearing them, Mom snapped, lunging at the crowd with wild screeches: “Lies! My Nora isn’t dead! She was just being a good girl and donating blood for her sister! She’ll be back any second!”
Terrified, the onlookers hurried away.
Mom slowly knelt back down in the rain, caressing the empty air, her voice turning eerily gentle.
“Nora, Mommy bought your favorite latte and pastries. Won’t you take a bite? Mommy will never punish you again, never make you stand all night. You can do whatever you want…”
I hovered above her, watching her perform this belated maternal affection to thin air.
Eventually, Dad had her brought back to the villa.
Yet her delusions only deepened.
Every morning at dawn, she would push open my bedroom door and call out to the empty mattress:
“Nora, time to wake up. Mommy cooked your favorite breakfast.”
“Nora, don’t just stand there against the wall. Come here, let Mommy massage your legs. You must be so sore from standing all night…”
She meticulously laid out dresses on the bed, pretending to brush invisible hair in the empty air.
Sometimes she would fly into a rage at her own reflection, slap herself across the face, drop to her knees, and beg the empty room:
“I’m sorry… Nora! Mommy shouldn’t have hit you! Don’t ignore me, please look at Mommy!”
Watching her self-inflicted madness, Dad would shout through tears:
“What is the point of this circus now?! Nora was murdered by your hands a long time ago!”
Mom pushed Dad away, her gaze glazed and vacant. “You’re lying! Nora is right here! She’s just sulking… Once she calms down, she’ll hug me!”
She bolted into the living room like a madwoman and dropped heavily onto the floor before the empty space.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
She slammed her forehead against the cold marble repeatedly until the skin tore, blood streaming down the bridge of her nose.
“Nora! Mommy is kneeling to beg your forgiveness! Please don’t ignore me… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Suspended in the air, watching the blood smear across the tiles and hearing her desperate wails, my soul remained calm as still water.
Her repentance was far too late, and far too cheap.
The agony I endured could never be washed away by frantic screams or a few drops of blood.
For the remainder of her days, there would be no redemption, no peace—only delusions and an endless hell of self-inflicted torment.
And none of it mattered to me anymore.