Chapter 259
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
259 Family
Selma Payneâs POV:
Hey! Why was I constantly being tricked today?
âIâm not lying to you.â She forced herself to be serious, although she couldnât help but laugh. âBut itâs not that serious. Donât worry. No one will fight for you publicly and cause you a social death. Maybe ancient minions were like that, but our situation is very different from ancient times. At least, Iâve never heard of any minion with independent thinking.â
âThatâs why my emotional connection with you isnât that close. Although Iâll be close to you, like you, and admire you, itâs far from the point where Iâll be jealous of you. Donât show that kind of expression, or do you want to turn your life into an idol drama?â
I rolled my eyes and ignored her.
âBe careful, Your Highness,â she teased me. âA goddess wouldnât do such an unsightly action.â
âYou donât look close to me, like me, or admire me at all,â I said. âIs this the attitude of a priestess to the goddess?â
Dorothy pretended to be sad. âOh, I thought we were friends...â
âDonât give me that.â I wouldnât fall for her trick.
âBut, is it appropriate for me to live here now?â I said, âAfter all, Iâm no longer a god, and I donât like the feeling of being âhigh and mightyâ. When can I go back to the palace?â
âAnytime, but only after the King and Queen have visited you. Parents can never worry too much about their children, you know that.â
Alright, I still have a tough battle to fight.
Finally, my two closest family members arrived.
As usual, my mother hugged me tightly as soon as she saw me, and her warm tears instantly wet my shoulders. I tried to appear more mature, but when my mother hugged me, and my father touched me, I couldnât help but burst into tears.
âFather, Mother.â
I cried like a child. The strength I had built in front of my lover and friends was not worth mentioning under the care of my parents. The grievances and fear were like a flood that broke my heart.
How could I not be afraid? In the face of a supreme demon with unpredictable emotions, I knew that I would lose my life, but I still went up to provoke it, taking the risk of dying to steal the godhood and falling into a deep sleep after everything was over, not knowing if he could ever wake up again.
How could I not be afraid when I encountered these things? I was not made of lead. No matter how strong my heart was, it was just a ball of soft flesh. In the face of death, I couldnât say with certainty that I was truly fearless.
But I still did it. Because of responsibility, because of dignity, because of love, and many complicated factors, I knew I would die, but I still did it. My fear didnât disappear. It was forcefully suppressed at the bottom of my heart, pretending it didnât exist. I tried in vain to ignore it and make myself into an invincible hero.
However, I didnât have to be a hero in front of my parents.
All I had to do was to throw myself into their arms and cry out loud, and then pour out all the grievances and fears I felt in my heart.
I didnât know when, but Aldrich and Dorothy had already quietly left. When I looked up from my motherâs arms, I only saw two faces intertwined with admonishment and love.
I felt a little embarrassed, so I wiped my tears and pretended that I wasnât the one who had burst into tears.
My mother said painfully, caressing my slightly emaciated face, âMy daughter has suffered. Youâve lost so much weight.â
âItâs okay, Mother. The doctor said itâs just a common side effect of long-term nutrient intake instead of eating.â I quickly moved around to show off my strength. âI just lost some fat. Iâm still very healthy!â
My mother didnât say anything. She only smiled bitterly and pulled me into her arms again.
âYouâre still a child.â She patted my back and said gently, âMy poor little thing. She hasnât even grown up yet, and she has to bear the responsibility for her useless elders.â
âIâm already twenty-two, Mother,â I mumbled unhappily. âIâm already an adult. Donât treat me like a child.â
âA child who knows how to act coquettishly is a child.â
My father ruffled my hair. After a long while, he suddenly sighed. âIâm sorry, child. You shouldnât have gone through all this.â
Wait, why did he suddenly apologize?
I didnât quite understand, but I subconsciously retorted, âDonât apologize to me, Father. You have nothing to apologize to me... Well, it sounds a little weird. However, the truth is that you didnât do anything to let me down. On the contrary, Iâm the one who should apologize.â
I sat up from my motherâs arms and said desolately, âI know I was too impulsive. I fell into Leviathanâs trap, wanted to go to the rocky mountains, fell into Yuriâs trap, and tried to become a god. Although the final result was good, many people were injured because of my impulsiveness. I closed my eyes and didnât care about the world anymore, but I still had to trouble my friends and family to help me solve my problems...â
The more I spoke, the lower my voice became. As I spoke, I wanted to slap myself.
I didnât want to not know. This breakdown, I had caused enough trouble.
I wished I could dig a hole and bury myself.
I always used my youth as an excuse to cover up my impulsiveness, but the truth told me that the chain reaction caused by impulsiveness didnât matter if one were nineteen or ninety years old.