[Margaretâs Perspective]
Elizabeth seemed to get the answer from my silence. Her shoulders slumped visibly.
âOh noâ¦â Elizabeth cried softly.
Should I lie to Elizabeth? Those things were in the past after all, and I had walked away from them. There was no point in pursuing anything from the past. It was more important that the people who mattered to me were happy, and that the things I cared about would go smoothly in the future.
I shook my head. âNo, Elizabeth,â I said.
Some hope rekindled in Elizabethâs eyes. She looked straight at me, her mouth still pursed, and said, âDonât lie to me, Margaret. How can you not be sad?â
I took her hand and said to her seriously, âBut I canât hate you anyway, Elizabeth. Youâre my sister. Weâre family. Have you forgotten? Weâve been one since before we were born.â
Elizabeth looked a little better, but she still looked at me worriedly, waiting for me to continue.
âI was indeed very sad about this during that period of time. I was in a bad state. But I never hated you. If I did harbor hatred, it might have been toward Armstrong. After all, I really loved him.â
At this point, I watched Elizabethâs expression carefully, afraid that this remark would upset her. However, she did not react.
âBut how could I hate you? You didnât do anything wrong. Heâs just the mate that Moon Goddess arranged for you. You didnât choose him, did you?â
I stroked Elizabethâs hair and said, âAnd I donât hate anyone now. I have Donald. This is the best thing that has happened to me in my life. Speaking of which, these fates are destined. I donât blame you. I sincerely wish you two a good life together.â
Elizabethâs body relaxed bit by bit with my words. Before I could finish, she hugged me.
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I was stunned for a moment before patting her back to comfort her.
Then I heard Elizabethâs slightly rapid breathing against me. Immediately, I felt my shoulders become wet. I realized that it was Elizabethâs tears.
This realization stunned me.
âMargaret, youâre so kind!â Elizabeth sobbed. âBut even if you donât hate me, I know Armstrong hates me. I know it! He doesnât want me to be his Mate. All heâs ever wanted is you. He doesnât talk to me or touch me. Iâm like the air in his house. I moved out because I felt too awkward.â
I didnât know what to say. I just kept patting her back gently and running my other hand down the back of her head to touch her hair.
Elizabeth had never opened her heart to me like this. I felt Elizabethâs body in my arms and realized that she had indeed lost a lot of weight. Her back felt like a skeleton. There was almost no flesh covering it.
I felt my heart ache. Elizabeth had always been the most favored one at home. I didnât expect her to suffer so much with Armstrong.
I knew what Armstrong had always thought of me. I thought I had warned him. Elizabeth was good at sugarcoating things. I thought they were trying to get better together. What could I do to help Elizabeth?
I racked my brains but couldnât think of a suitable solution.
Maybe separate them? If Armstrong wasnât a good Mate, and Elizabeth and Anthony got along⦠No, the pain of rejecting a Mate wasnât something Elizabeth could accept. I dismissed the thought from my mind.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Then we could only let them be together. Elizabeth still looked like she wanted to do that. That left us with Armstrong. How could we get him to change his mind and realize that Elizabeth was the one and only person who belonged to him? I was even beginning to regret saying too many bad things about Elizabeth to Armstrong in the past.
âMargaretâ¦â Elizabethâs voice sounded weak after the crying. âCan I ask you to talk to Armstrong?â
Elizabeth sat up beside me and wiped her tears. âHe never listens to me properly,â she said. âBut he will listen to you.â
Elizabeth pursed her lips and looked stubborn for once. âI just want to know what he thinks of me. Andâ¦â
Elizabeth turned her head to the side. Her voice became barely audible. âWould he choose to reject me?â
I felt that Elizabeth was being ridiculous for saying such a thing.
How could Armstrong refuse Elizabeth? How could a packâs Alpha refuse to let his mate become Luna?!
I couldnât imagine the sense of failure Elizabeth felt. What had Armstrong done to turn my sister, who had always been arrogant to the point of overbearing, into this! I would never allow anyone to do this to Elizabeth.