Chapitre 47: Father And Son

Selma Payne's POV:

"You're leaving?" I was a little reluctant. Perhaps due to the rulers of the palace, no one came to hang out with me. Dorothy was the first.

"Perhaps I can send a message to your grandmother. Can you stay here for a night? We can watch a movie and eat some popcorn."

Dorothy shook her head. "Thank you, but my grandmother is old. I don't want her to worry. There are some things I have to tell her."

"Alright," I said.

I felt sorry for her but did not force her to stay. Instead, I accompanied her to say goodbye to my parents and asked the chauffeur to send her home.

Lying on the bed and looking at the brilliant night sky outside the window, I thought of the 'death' prophecy.

"If I'm not fated to meet you in this life, let me feel that I've never met you, let me never forget you, and wake up with this sorrowful pain in my dreams..."

I fell into a deep sleep as I recited the poem I had memorized.

Aldrich's POV: