Finally, he offered, âSelina, the rainâs coming.
Letâs go inside.
â
Selinaâs eyes, brimming with tears, met his.
âKyson, will you still regard me as your sister?â
A flicker of sympathy crossed Kysonâs face.
âItâs Beal who made a mistake, not you, Selina.
â
Her smile was feeble.
âKyson, Iâm grateful you think so, but your parents⦠theyâll surely seek retribution through me.
â
Kyson interjected quickly, âThey wonât.
Theyâre fair-minded.
Please, letâs go inside.
â
Selinaâs head shook faintly.
âNo, I canât.
Regardless of my fatherâs deeds⦠Heâs still my father.
His misdeeds are mine to rectify.
â
Selina shifted her posture slightly, straightening her kneel even further.
âIâll stay kneeling here until Iâm forgiven,â Selina declared.
Kyson, observing her pale complexion, felt a pang of sadness and pity.
âSelina, please donât do this.
The rain is pouring down,â he pleaded.
He reached to lift her up, but she resisted him.
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âKyson, stop trying to convince me.
Go inside.
You shouldnât be out in the rain,â she insisted.
Kyson, his brow furrowed, saw the resolve on Selinaâs face and ceased his efforts.
He turned and made his way back into the villa.
The summerâs rain continued its relentless pour.
Selinaâs clothes quickly became drenched.
She clenched her teeth, steadfastly kneeling, as the frigid rain battered her, causing her to shiver from the cold.
Her actions werenât for her fatherâs sake but for her own.
She couldnât allow the Moreno couple to take out their frustration on her due to her fatherâs actions.
She sought their pardon, not ready to forfeit their shelter.
To become ordinary again was not an option for her!