Ice King Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The knock came just after sunset.Sheila wasn’t expecting anyone.She had been in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, absentmindedly rinsing a mug while Atticus sat at the table scrolling through something on his phone. The apartment felt warm—domestic, peaceful in a way she had started to crave.The knock came again.Sharp.Impatient.She froze.Atticus looked up. “You expecting someone?”She shook her head slowly.Something in her chest tightened.The knock turned into pounding.“Open the door, Sheila!”Her blood ran cold.That voice.She hadn’t heard it in person in years, but it still lived somewhere deep in her bones.Her mother.Atticus stood immediately. “Who is that?”She swallowed. “My mom.”He didn’t hesitate. He moved toward the door, but she reached for his wrist.“Wait.”Her hand was trembling.“Let me.”She walked toward the door slowly, each step heavier than the last. She unlocked it but didn’t fully open it—just enough to see the face she had tried so hard to forget.Her

No one slept.The air in the apartment felt heavier than the storm clouds outside, thick with unfinished sentences and years of silence that could no longer be ignored.Sheila sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket though she wasn’t cold. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles pale. Atticus sat beside her, close enough that his thigh touched hers, his presence steady, grounding. He hadn’t left her side once.Across from them, her father and mother sat in strained stillness.For the first time in her life, they looked uncomfortable.Good.Her eyes were swollen from crying, but there were no tears now. Just exhaustion.“You said there’s more,” she said quietly to her father.Her voice sounded fragile, like glass that had already cracked once.He nodded slowly. “There is.”Atticus’s fingers brushed hers gently. Silent support.Sheila swallowed.“Then talk.”Her father looked at her mother before continuing.“I left because of threats,” he began again, more measured this time

Morning came too gently for a day that felt so heavy.Sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin golden lines, resting softly across the bedroom walls as if nothing in the world had shifted overnight. But everything had.Sheila was already awake.She hadn’t slept much.Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word from the night before.Adopted.Chosen.Documents.Her father alive.The grief she carried for years now felt misplaced, almost embarrassing. She had cried at graves that had never held him. She had blamed herself for a distance that was never truly about her.Beside her, Atticus stirred.His arm was still wrapped around her waist, protective even in sleep.She turned slightly, studying his face. Calm. Unaware of the storm already brewing in her mind.She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him.The apartment felt different in the daylight. The same furniture. The same walls. But now every corner felt like it was watching her, like it knew s

The call came at 5:52 a.m.Sheila had barely slept. Too many questions still echoed in her mind. Too many emotions from the night before—truths about adoption, stolen identity, betrayal layered over grief.Her phone vibrated against the nightstand.Unknown number.Her stomach twisted.Atticus stirred beside her. “Who is it?”“I don’t know.”She answered slowly. “Hello?”“Ms. Sheila?” The voice was firm. Official. “This is Inspector Morales from Border Security. We believe you’ll want to hear this personally.”Her heart began pounding so loudly she could barely hear.“Yes?”“There was an attempted departure at the northern border checkpoint at 4:18 a.m. Two individuals traveling under falsified passports. Susan Hale and Richard Hale.”The room felt like it tilted.“They—what?”“They were detained while attempting to cross into Canada. The passports were fraudulent. They’ve been arrested.”Her breath left her in a broken sound.Alive.They were alive.Her so-called parents.The ones who

The stadium lights were bright, cutting through the late afternoon haze, casting long shadows across the ice. The crowd’s energy buzzed like electricity, fans waving banners and chanting, their voices swelling into a roar that felt almost tangible. After weeks of chaos, betrayal, and uncertainty, today was different. Today, Atticus would skate again—not just for himself, but for everyone who had stood by him, and most importantly, for Sheila.Sheila stood near the edge of the rink, her hands clasped tightly together, heart hammering so loudly she feared it might echo over the cheers. She had seen him through the worst of it—false accusations, media attacks, manipulative forces trying to tear them apart—but now, seeing him in full uniform, the team ready at his side, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest. Relief, pride, love—all mingled into a knot that made her almost dizzy.Then he appeared through the tunnel.Atticus’s strides were purposeful, his posture straight, the famil