Chapter 473
Chapter 473
I focused on the drawing.
“This is you. Aunt Lyric. This is me. And this is Xyla.” He pointed at everyone respectively.
Lyric? Why was he always drawing about her?
“Did you imagine this? Why didn’t you imagine it to be your mum instead?” I asked casually, about to flip to the previous page.
“I never said I imagined it. In this very book, I only sketch my favorite moments p>
My hand stilled, my head tilting to meet his gaze. “So, you’re trying to tell me this really happened p>
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“Yes. Don’t you remember?” He seemed surprised. “The four of us were in your vacation home during this time. Here, we were on our way to get ice cream. Xyla and I fought over a headset in the backseat. Aunt Lyric was the one who fixed it p>
The more he talked, the more my head ached from the confusion. I didn’t know Xylon to be a boy who spoke gibberish. So, why was he saying things that never happened?
“Xylon,” I scoffed. “This cannot be possible. Why would Lyric be in the vacation home with us?” I’d never trusted her. There was not a single time she felt close to me. So it didn’t make sense that she’d be there and we’d even drive out to get ice cream together like one big family.
“You were upset about something and left us for days. It was Aunt Lyric who took us to the vacation home to meet you. Then, we agreed to stay for the weekend. You asked her to stay. Why can’t you remember, Dad?” He seemed a little pissed and concerned.
I did remember going to the vacation home when I thought Marta had played the paternity fraud on me. I remembered the kids coming over. But… wasn’t Marta the one that had brought them?
I closed my eyes, searching my memory.
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The truth flashed in my mind. It wasn’t Marta. It was… Lyric?
I got glimpses of her standing at my door, the kids beside her. I… I let her in.
But why would I let her in? I wasn’t supposed to trust her.
A strong migraine hit me, forcing me to stop thinking about it. I pinched my brows, grunting low. Something felt wrong.
Xylon flipped to another page. “Do you remember this? This was at our birthday party. The four of us played a game together. Aunt Lyric and Xyla won against us p>
That too didn’t seem to make sense. I seemed too happy in the picture. There was no recollection whatsoever of Lyric and I being this happy.
He opened to another page. “Then, this. I caught you two dancing in the garden one day and sketched it. Do you remember this p>
I closed the book, coming to the conclusion that I’d had enough. How did these happen when they didn’t exist to me?
To the best of my knowledge, Lyric and I were never friends. She was simply someone I met when my mother introduced her to me to be mated. I never got to like her, and in the end, she killed my mother.
There was never a time we were this close. Why would Xylon conjure these images?
“Go to sleep, Xylon. We’ll just talk in the morning.” I returned the book to the shelf as I stood.
But he stood there, giving me a disappointed look I hadn’t seen on him before.
“Something is wrong with you, Dad. Why can’t you see it?” he asked in a quiet voice.