Chapter 70
If you Don’t Love Me, I Will Die
âFortunately, there doesnât seem to be any serious issues, but it seems like taking a rest for a while would be a good idea. It looks like itâs been quite taxing.â
Though taken aback by the people arriving late at night, the physician checked Violaâs condition.
He couldnât just leave someone who had collapsed.
âWill she be okay?â
âYes. She doesnât seem to have any major illness, just a slightly weak constitution. It could be due to recent stress.â
âStressâ¦â
Ania murmured softly at the doctorâs words.
âFor now, itâs best to let her rest a bit.â
âThank you.â
He bowed slightly as if it were nothing and left the room.
Viola lay quietly with her eyes closed, more peaceful than usual.
With the servants waiting outside, only Ania and I remained in the silent room.
Ania was almost glued to the bed, kneeling on the floor and gazing quietly at her motherâs face.
Her expression seemed devoid of any emotion yet filled with more complexity than usual.
âLetâs start heading back. We need to rest,â
I pulled up Aniaâs hand to lift her, but she didnât move away from Viola.
âAre you worried?â
âNo.â
Even as she spoke, her eyes couldnât tear away from her mother.
âSince they said we should rest, letâs go back.â
ââ¦â¦â
The night grew deeper. It was already past midnight, and dawn was approaching.
Yet Ania seemed to have no intention of leaving.
âSo she collapsed because of stressâ¦â
âYeah.â
âI cannot forgive herâ¦But if she collapsed because of meâ¦â
âItâs not because of you.â
There are countless reasons for stress in the world.
Perhaps fatigue had accumulated from the long journey from the East to the Empire.
âOr maybe you want to forgive her.â
âI donât feel that way.â
âStill, you told me you wanted to meet her. Furthermore, you donât want to leave her side now, even when Iâm suggesting it.â
ââ¦â
Ania returned to her room without answering.
There were barely three days left before I would set out to tour the Empire again.
Before then, she wanted to somehow resolve their relationship.
***
After that, Ania often visited Violaâs room and stayed by her bedside.
Viola, who they thought would wake up soon, didnât open her eyes until two days later.
Despite Aniaâs frequent presence, unfortunately, when Viola finally opened her eyes, Ania wasnât there.
Viola hoped that knowing her daughter worried about her might make Ania put even the slightest effort.
And as soon as Viola opened her eyes, she began packing her things.
âAre you really going back?â
âYes. I have to.â
It seemed she wouldnât return to the East again. She was carrying far too much for that.
âWhere will you go?â
âIâve done everything I could in the East. I have the name of Bronte, so I must return to where I belong.â
Viola Bronte said with a faint smile.
âAs for Aniaâ¦â
My hope that their relationship would return to normal seemed futile as Viola shook her head.
âIt was my selfishness.â
âAt least I donât see it that way.â
âThank you.â
She slowly left the room with her two big bags.
âThank to you, Edward. I feel relieved knowing youâre by Aniaâs side.â
âYou donât need to worry. Though Iâve strayed a bit, I promised to make her happy.â
âYouâre reliable.â
When Viola collapsed, she stayed by the bedside like a wife waiting for her husband, who had gone out to sea.
However now, Ania still hadnât come out; she remained in her room.
âBut it would be better if you saw Ania once before you go.â
Viola shook her head.
âI donât want to make things unnecessarily uncomfortable.â
âI donât think she would feel uncomfortable.â
âBut I believe so.â
âIf thatâs the case, it canât be helped.â
Eventually, she got into the car.
After it departs for the Bronte estate, they wouldnât have many opportunities to talk properly.
Ania had already abandoned the Bronte family.
Approaching Viola Bronte, who was getting into the car, I noticed the joy that was there when I first met her had faded from her face.
A person so stubborn yet willing to step back just to avoid discomfort for her daughter. She must have loved Ania a lot.
âMay I ask you one thing?â
âYes.â
âIs it true that you love Ania? Will you abandon her again like she had told you?
Viola looked ahead without answering, and then a faint smile appeared on her face.
âIâve never not loved her even once.â
There was a hint of moisture in her eyes.
âBut I was young. I didnât know that if you donât express your love, others wonât know.â
âI understand. We all make mistakes as we live.â
âMistakes⦠itâs too late to call it a mistake. You call them mistakes when you can undo them. What I did wasnât one; I was wrong. Itâs not a mistake I can apologize for. Iâve made my decision then, and I regret it.â
âIt can be turned back.â
Memories from a distant past resurfaced.
Once, when things were strained between Ania and me, I heard a saying.
The person who said it pushed me into a pit, but even so, that saying was not wrong.
âFeelings are something you canât know unless theyâre expressed.â
Violaâs pupils widened, and then she let out a small laugh.
âYouâve grown to say such great words. You were truly a child once.â
âI only repeated what I heard. Iâm not a good person either.â
âNo, youâre a much better person than I am.â
âThank you.â
âThenâ¦â
Viola slowly closed the car door. The window on the passenger side rolled up slowly, and I nodded to the driver with my head down.
âDrive safely.â
âYes, I will.â
Viola waved her hand from the back seat.
âWell, if we have the chance to meet again later.â
âYes, youâre welcome to visit anytime.â
With that, the window closed, and the car engine roared to life.
Once this car departed, everything would be over.
Thinking like that didnât bring any relief.
But there was nothing I could do.
The relationship of the two partyâs could only be fixed if they were both willing.
Even if a third party like me intervened, nothing would change.
The wheels of the car began to move slowly, when I someone shouted from behind me.
âEdward!â
Ania was running toward the front gate of the mansion.
***
Sitting side by side in the back seat of the car heading towards the Bronte family, Viola and Ania looked silently out the window, lost in their own thoughts.
The morning sunlight brightened the scenery, but Aniaâs heart sank deeper and deeper.
âWhat was I thinkingâ¦â
She didnât know what she was doing, but Ania got into the car.
There was something she wanted to say⦠but once she got into the back seat and sat next to her mother, she couldnât bring herself to say anything.
As she stared blankly out the window, unable to think straight, Viola spoke up.
âAnia.â
Ania didnât turn her head but listened attentively.
âSheâs someone I canât forgive.â
She couldnât forgive someone who didnât love her after giving birth to her.
If she easily forgave the twenty years she had lived missing her perfectly healthy mother, her mother might do the same again thinking it was normal.
So she would never forgive.
If she didnât, she would come back.
She would return to her, begging for forgiveness and looking to her for comfort.
âIâve been too indifferent all this time.â@@novelbin@@
But Aniaâs heart was already crumbling.
It wasnât a matter of forgiving or not.
The human heart was so cunning, never acting as one wished
âIt was much more than that.â
Ania deliberately spoke curtly.
If her heart softened, her mother would leave again.
Just like everyone else.
âWere you lonely?â
âNo. I wasnât lonely. Edward didnât neglect me.â
âI see.â
Ania involuntarily turned her head at the somber tone.
Viola was now staring out the window.
Or perhaps she had been staring from the beginning.
Because of that, Ania couldnât discern her expression.
She wanted to know.
âHowever⦠Ania, Iâve never once forgotten you.â
At those words, Ania felt something warm rising in her chest.
âIf youâve never forgotten me!â
She made a mistake.
It was too late.
She had always been adept at hiding her emotions, but when did she become unable to do so?
âIf youâve never forgotten me, then what did you do? You didnât send a single letter, and you didnât come to see me when I got married!â
She couldnât contain her words,
Nor could she return her overflowing emotions.
Ania stared at Violaâs back.
Yet even so, her bitter feelings didnât dissipate.
âI was too inexperienced.â
ââ¦â
Viola turned her head to look at Ania.
Tears were streaming down her eyes.
âIâm your mother⦠I may be an adult now, but⦠until I gave birth to you, I was still just a child.â
She was inexperienced.
That couldnât serve as an excuse.
Ania knew that.
She knew that an inexperienced past couldnât cover up the wrongs.
But for some reason, the words âI was inexperiencedâ resonated deeply with her.
More than any other excuse.
Authorâs Note
Sometimes, I think back to when I was young.
Now Iâve matured, but back then, I lacked courage in many ways.
Because of that, I remember losing many good relationships.
If only I could mend those distorted relationships from back then, wouldnât the present be even more wonderful?
I think about it often.
Translatorâs Corner
No fighting with the authorâs notes today. Wanted to mention Iâm translating another novel.
Research Life of a New Professor at Magic University
Just saw it and thought it looked nice. Hopefully I donât drop this one.
-Ruminas