185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Aspen Day Forty-fourMy mother was very adamant and kept insisting that Clear was back. But I had not seen any Clear. If Clear was truly back, she would have reached out to me. We were very close as sisters. “Mom,” I called softly. “I will get the doctor to run a check on you.” Maybe it had something to do with her health. That was why she was thinking that her daughter Clear was back. “Get the doctor to do what exactly? I just told you that I want to see my daughter and you are going to get the doctor? Do you think that I have lost my mind? Do you think that I had no idea about what I'm talking about? Clear was here. She came to this room. She spoke to me. My daughter cried and spoke to me. So go and get Clear here.” She instructed and I wanted to scream at her that I was her daughter too. My parents had always favored my sister over me and it was her disappearance that triggered mom’s illness and dad got worse with drinking. I had not really been the likable one. I was just the s

Aspen Day forty-four I was so shocked by Killian’s words, and I kept blinking in confusion. The way he casually said those words that my sister was in New York and that she had been coming to the hospital. “Are you sure about this?” I asked Killian in a low, careful voice, and he casually nodded. “I looked into it and found out.” “And you didn't tell me??” I suddenly yelled. He knew that much. He knew that my sister was alive and yet, did not bother to tell me about it. “You did not fuvking tell me!! Why are you even telling me this now?” I sighed and there was an exhausted look on my face as I tiredly leaned on the car seat. I finally began to put the small pieces together. Clear had been coming to the hospital and even when mom was in a coma, she could hear voices. That was what Luke told me and he advised me to talk to Mom each time I went to the hospital for a visit as that could trigger her to slip back into consciousness. That only meant that Clear had been coming and talk

Aspen “How are you?” I smiled on hearing Frankie’s voice on the phone. It had been a long time since we both spoke. We even stopped texting each other. A lot of things were going on in my life that I got so occupied with. “I'm good. How are you?” I asked, walking into the kitchen as I intended to get a glass of juice. Killian was not at home. He left. I don't even know when he did, but I woke up to an empty house and I knew that it was work-related. It was always work-related. Killian had no time for himself and he was very okay with destroying others' lives. It was like he thrived on creating havoc. “I'm good, Aspen. It's been so long. How is Killian?” I sighed, knowing that both mother and son were not on good terms. Including the father. I couldn't help but wonder why? So she couldn't even ask after her son or know how he was doing. I sighed. Life was indeed very complicated and not balanced. There I was, yearning for the love of a mother and Killian that got a mother’s love, si

Aspen “And your mother is willing to make things right. She loves you, Killian.” I had seen the look in Frankie’s eyes. It hurt her so much to see Killian suffer and she was really wishing that there was something she could do for her son. But Killian kept pushing her away. “It's too wrong to make things right, Aspen. And I'm very much certain that I would never accept that woman. Patrick is worse.” He scoffed and I sighed. I did not even care about Patrick. Patrick did not even look like someone who was interested in making things up with his son. He was still a big pushover and a bully. Him and Killian would never agree with things. I did not see them ever making up, but Frankie was silently suffering. “I know that your father is worse. I've gotten a taste of that. But your mother—” My voice trailed and I sighed. “What happened? What did she do to you?” I asked, wanting to know more about him. About his family. I wanted to know everything that happened to him. “They were never t

Killian I really should not have asked Aspen out the way I did, but I had to because she was pushing too much. I hated those people that I called my parents and the last thing I wanted was anyone trying to convince me that they deserved forgiveness. My father was not even asking for it, but my mother did not deserve it. I took a deep breath and remained standing for a while and after some time, I stepped out of the room to meet Aspen standing by the door.“I asked you to leave.” I told her. Reminding her of that fact. Aspen was so stubborn and I hated the look in her eyes. She was looking at me as if she pitied me, I did not want that. I hated that look in her eyes. The last thing that I wanted was pity, especially not from Aspen. “How do you expect me to leave? It's Your Birthday–" “Stop going on about that. Don't get me angry.” I warned her, slowly chewing on my gum. “And I'm leaving the house, you are coming with me. I suggest that you shit the fuck up and not mention my mother