The Woman From Hell

Mother...

I had always had a vague impression of my mother. I only developed a general understanding of Millicent Yard when I looked into her, but I still did not know much about her.

My heart trembled when Silas mentioned her, and my eyes narrowed slightly with a look of searching. "What kind of person was she?"Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Silas stood up when he heard my question and walked toward me with his cane. "Let's go, I'll take you to have a look." He walked out of the room after saying that.

Following his footsteps, we made turn after turn before finally arriving at a door.

This door was smaller than the ones I saw just now as if it belonged to a storage room. There was a password on the door. It should be a secret base that he was not willing to let anyone approach. Silas entered the password skillfully, and the door opened in response. "Go on in."

""What's this?"

"Don't you want to know what kind of person your mother was? This used to be her favorite place to lounge around. Just go in and have a look."

I walked into the small room involuntarily at Silas' recount.

As one could see from the outside, the room was not big, but it was very clean and tidy. There were a few books on the table, and they looked somewhat worn. "These books were her favorite. She read them several times a year."

No wonder.

I picked up one of the books and flipped through a few pages only to see a few banknotes inside. There were several more when I continued flipping through.

"She always got into arguments with me and would often run away from home. That's why she had the habit of hiding her private money. She probably used them as bookmarks."

So that was it.

I closed the book and put it back where it was. My gaze fell on the rows of bookshelves that were filled with her favorite books and some green plants. One could tell that she was a woman who loved life. There were two layers to the bookshelves, and the second one seemed to contain comic books.

I stepped up to inspect them and realized that the author's name was her own.

"Your mother loved writing and drawing since she was a child, even more so when she grew up. These comics were all published by her."

"She's awesome."

I could not help but admire how brilliant my mother was looking at this row of comics. It was even a series.

Suddenly, noticed an empty space

within the series. I wanted to ask

about it

but Silas answered me

before I could. "She left before she could finish it."

She probably chose that time to leave with John Lovere.

There was a sense of melancholy in the air. I continued browsing the place silently.

In addition to books, there were also many crafts.

"She liked handicrafts a lot and would make some when she was free."

She was too brilliant.

I picked up one of the keychains and could tell that she had made the little figure attached to it herself. "This was probably her beginner's work." There were many flaws in it, but the ones after were more delicate.

"The more difficult something was, the more motivated she got. She always wanted to do her best."

I put the item down and lowered my head. "She was really outstanding."

I was galaxies away compared to her. It was too much of a dream to have a mother like her.

Catching a glimpse of the photo from the corner of my eye, I looked up.

It was a portrait of Millicent Yard.

Her long and straight black hair

looked smooth, and she exuded the unique charm of an oriental woman. Her posture was proper and elegant. When she smiled, she looked like a celestial being. It was an unforgettable smile.

"This is... Millicent?" I could not believe it.

Silas came to my side and nodded. "Yes. And you're her daughter. You two really look alike."

"No, I don't deserve it," I said.