NovelUSAChapter 529 A flaying? Surely it won't cto that, right? Citrine could sense both respect and a hint of fear in Monica's tone whenever she spoke of Hilda.
Trying to picture her aunt, Citrine ventured carefully, "Is your aunt really that terrifying? She never seemed harsh to me." Her own experience with Hilda had always been gentle and kind-Citrine remembered soft words and warm smiles. What she didn't realize was that Hilda reserved that tenderness for her alone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWade's eyes widened in disbelief at Citrine's question. "Terrifying? That's an understatement. When Aunt Hilda loses her temper, she's downright savage." "You have no idea, sis. I grew up under her iron rule. The worst time? She broke several of my ribs. No joke." He was just getting into the story when Monica pinched his arm, hard.
She shot him a glare and hissed, "Why would you say that? Do you want to scare Citrine off?" Wade instantly shut up, rubbing his arm sheepishly.
Monica, worried she'd just ruined the image of their aunt in Citrine's mind, hurried to explain, "Don't listen to him, Citrine. Aunt Hilda has a temper, sure, but she's not sunreasonable tyrant. And that business with Wade's ribs? He kept sneaking out for illegal street races, nearly got himself killed. Aunt Hilda only lost it because she was scared out of her mind." She tried to reassure Citrine further. "Honestly, our aunt is strict with us, really strict sometimes, and yeah, she's got a heavy hand. But she never punishes us out of nowhere. We're all a little afraid of her, but we respect her, too." Monica grew solemn, meeting Citrine's gaze. "She might not be an easy person, and maybe she isn't the world's best aunt, but she is, without a doubt, the best mother anyone could ask for." Monica knew her aunt's pride-how Hilda would never allow herself to show vulnerability in front of others. As for Citrine, though they hadn't known each other long, Monica could already sense the sstubborn streak, the sfierce pride that ran through her aunt.
Two people that proud would never say these things out loud-someone had to speak for them.
As Monica finished, Citrine's eyes grew colder, her expression shuttered.
Monica understood. Her little sister was fiercely guarded, and she could feel Citrine's reluctance to accept the Saunders family. But sthings needed to be said, no matter what.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Citrine," Monica said softly, "you were born into our family with so much hope and love. We all care for you, but no one loves you more than Aunt Hilda." "When she got back from a business trip to Havencrest, she found out she was pregnant. She was only in her early twenties. The moment she knew she wasn't scared-she was thrilled. She told the whole family that day and insisted she was keeping you, even though everyone else was stunned. But they respected her choice."
"Back then, Aunt Hilda wasn't head of the Saunders family yet. She was your typical rich kid-partying, racing cars, drinking, and smoking with her friends But the moment she found out about you, she quit everything. No more cigarettes, no more alcohol, no more reckless driving. Instead, she spent her days shopping for baby clothes or
decorating your nursery, sometimes getting lost in there for hours talking to herself. Lasked her once what she N was doing, and she said she was telling stories to the baby in her belly."
"She had terrible morning sickness, and the whole family was worried, but she was just happy's Corrieda She She said it meant you were talking to her, so every tshe got sick, she'd sit им down and write you a letter. She did that through her entire pregnancy-never missed a day."
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