Novel & Cerita Why Ophelia Couldn't Leave

Her hand was freed. Olive stood up, turned his back against her, and left. Ophelia cried out to him but he couldn't say anything nor did he turn to even look at her once. He was too broken to do that. Ophelia was escorted to her room to pack a few of her things before leaving. When she got to where Clara was standing, hatred towards her burned in her eyes as she glared at her.

She praises their math skills once again and when she leaves, these two are silently screaming whilst slapping each other's arms. Ophelia says her goodbye in a piece of advice, "I'll stay in an inn until the reunion. You can call me right away once you meet my requirements." I have successfully ciphered her peevish gaze at me. "No, I won't make that woman their mother." "Oh, loyal people die the most tragic death." I chuckled. "At least I'm not alone~" I teased back.

That was all the push she needed to bring the anger that had been piling up, to the surface. Before he could complete those words, Ophelia slammed the brush on the table and rose to her feet, walking towards him. "This isn't about money, damn it. I've been couped up in this large house for so long that I feel like I'm losing my mind. You don't involve me in your plans, and we've never had a discussion about how to find the order." Alpha Xavier let out a deep breath as though he was bored out of his mind, and without looking at her, he let out,

“I looked for you. I searched everywhere for you, but it was like you disappeared from the face of the earth.” I began, my frustrations brewing over. That was the first reaction I’d be getting from her as her eyes flashed with a hint of sadness. “Why search for me when all you wanted was to see me gone?” she said, and I ruffled my hair again. “Fuck, Ophelia…” I paused. “Is that what you believed? That I wanted you gone?” Of course, that’s what she’d believe. She didn’t reply, so I pressed on. “I never wanted to hurt you, I would never. I really meant it when I said I love you. I would never want you gone. Things just…”

Why was she smiling? It was the first thing that struck Ophelia’s mind. It drove her to the extent of fury. She clenched her fists till her knuckles turned white. There was something about the faded grin on her mother’s face that bugged her. Was her mother happy that Ophelia got away and winded up alone? Ophelia thought. ‘Was it satisfying to see me run away that you didn’t even have time to protect yourself,’ Ophelia thought, watching the void face before her before she examined the holes in her chest. The cause of her death.

Why did everything have to fall apart? Why can't I keep a thing so easy as this? Why did I have to be a kind of guy who only knew the worth of stuff after it was nearly lost? I exhaled heavily and closed my eyes for a moment. In my mind, Ophelia's face showed up just like how she looked at me yesterday, when she said, "Today I’m going. I’m finished here," not with anger, not with a fuss, but somehow that hurt the most. She didn’t ask hard. She didn’t plead. She just moved back slowly, and I knew it was because she was worn out from hurting alone .

Joshua said placing a hand on my shoulder. "I should have been able to stop him," I sniffled, "the moment I had an inkling that something was wrong. I should have forced him back into the car with me." I inhaled sharply, getting enough oxygen in my lungs so I could prepare to speak fluently. "Ophelia is mentally unstable she may claim to love him but I fear even if she has no intention of killing him. She could torture him."

“But what do I do now? I can’t keep taking that medication, but without treatment…” “You and I are going to the human world,” Ophelia said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She stood up straighter, her eyes flashing with determination. “Tomorrow. Whether you like it or not. I’m not going to let you die here, poisoned by people we thought we could trust.” For once, Leonard didn’t argue. He simply nodded, looking utterly defeated. The fight had gone out of him, replaced by a bone-deep weariness.