A Kiss For Every Bruise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

GwenNobody spoke after that. Not immediately. Because Kayla’s words lingered in the room like smoke after a fire. "She smells like him." My mother looked horrified. Not confused or uncertain anymore.Camilla recovered first, naturally, but I saw it now. The recovery itself had become slower. More deliberate. Like she was calculating six different exits inside her head at once. “A child associating scents with trauma is hardly evidence,” she said smoothly.Miguel gave her a look so cold it almost surprised me. “As a pediatric specialist,” he replied calmly, “I’d advise against dismissing trauma imprinting so casually.” Camilla’s jaw tightened almost invisibly. Miguel rarely entered these psychological battles directly. He usually stayed near Kayla, grounding her, protecting her from adult chaos. But today? Today even he looked done pretending.Kayla pressed herself against Adrian’s side while clutching her rabbit tightly. I saw Camilla notice it again. That attachment. That unwavering

GwenThe realization settled across the room slowly. Like poison spreading through water. My mother went pale almost instantly. “Mom is still emotionally attached to her,” Sebastian said carefully, though everyone already knew it. “No,” Adrian replied quietly. “It’s deeper than attachment now.”His gaze remained fixed on my mother with sharp clinical focus. That should have offended me once. Instead, it terrified me because Adrian was rarely wrong when reading danger. My mother wrapped her arms tightly around herself. “You think she manipulated me that badly?” Nobody answered immediately. Because how could they?How could anyone explain to a mother that grief had been weaponized against her for six years? Miguel finally spoke. “Not the way Gwen was manipulated,” he clarified gently. “But emotional dependency can absolutely be reinforced psychologically over time.” My mother swallowed hard. “The headaches…”A

GwenNobody spoke after that. Because there was a difference between discovering a conspiracy and discovering that the conspiracy might have another layer beneath it. A much more frightening layer.Outside, rain finally began falling again. Softly at first. Then harder against the tall windows. The sound seemed to fill the silence nobody knew how to break. My mother was the first. “What do you mean she isn't the real enemy?” Her voice sounded fragile.Adrian remained standing near the windows, calculating. The phone call from earlier was still clearly bothering him. “I didn't say she wasn't an enemy.” “Then what are you saying?” Adrian looked toward her. “Camilla is dangerous.” Simple and direct truth. “But dangerous people usually answer to someone.” The room grew quiet again.My father frowned. “You think she's working for someone?” “No.” Adrian's answer surprised everyone. Including me. “No?” “No.” His gaze hardened. “I think she started as a participant and became dependent on the

GwenNobody spoke for several seconds after Adrian read the words aloud. The silence that followed felt different from the others that had filled the villa throughout the evening. This one was heavier and sharper. It carried intent because Camilla had not sent a gift. She had sent a warning.My mother stared at the photograph as though it might suddenly transform into something less horrifying if she looked at it long enough. "It can't be..." she whispered. Her voice sounded distant and lost. My father gently took the photograph from Adrian and studied it himself.The image had clearly been taken from across the street. The angle captured the hospital entrance, the emergency department sign, and part of the parking lot beyond. At first glance it looked ordinary. Until you realized what day it represented. Until you realized who had been there. Until you understood what it meant.My father's face darkened. "Someone was watching." Nobody disagreed. My mother slowly lowered herself onto

GwenThe room seemed to shrink around us. Nobody said anything immediately after Adrian revealed that the shell company had been dissolved five years ago. The date alone was enough to make my stomach tighten. Everything always led back to five years ago. The ambush. My disappearance. The loss of my memories. The beginning of Mason's lie. The beginning of Camilla's victory. Or what she had believed was her victory.Outside, rain continued drumming steadily against the windows, but inside my parents' bedroom, every person seemed trapped inside their own thoughts. Adrian studied the information on his phone while the rest of us waited. I knew that look. I had seen it more frequently during the past few months. It was the look he wore whenever dozens of separate threads were weaving themselves together inside his mind.My father finally broke the silence. "What kind of company?" Adrian lifted his eyes. "Officially, it handled logistics and transportation." Matteo frowned. "Officially?" Ad