Chapter 483 Chapter 483
?Abby's eyes shimmered with a mixture of innocence and understanding. Her voice, soft and filled with compassion, filled the room. "Rosa, please rise. You honor me with your words, but we are equals on this path of healing and growth. Together, we can create?a realm where forgiveness and compassion reign, Nothing like Dracula's."
She glanced at Nexus who nodded in encouragement at her, his eyes twinkling with respect.
With Abby's gentle encouragement, Rosa slowly rose to her feet, her heart swelling with a newfound sense of purpose. The room erupted in a wave of applause and whispers of admiration. The power of this moment was not lost on anyone present, as they witnessed the merging of two souls, bound by a shared commitment to love and understanding.
A strong glow erupted from within Abby in that moment, and everyone shielded their eyes. Abby's system had rewarded her with a new power.
She had been rewarded with two lives.
As Rosa stood tall, she felt a renewed determination coursing through her veins. She knew that this was just the beginning of a transformative journey, one that would require strength, vulnerability, and unwavering support. But with Abby by her side, and the collective support of those around them, Rosa was ready to embrace the challenges ahead and pave the way for a brighter future.
The others bowed their heads slightly in respect. Just like that, Abby had proved that she wasn't Dracula, and she had no intentions of carrying hate like he had.
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The room spined for a moment as Tiffany struggled to open her eyes. She blinked once, the action bringing a sharp pain to her eyes, and she groaned.
What was happening? Why was she here? Where was she?
Tiffany was terrified for a brief moment. She blinked again willing herself to move, but everything felt too heavy, kind of like lead. She groaned again.
She blinked twice, ignoring the sharp pains she felt as she did. She tried to move, even as she forced her brain to remember why she was in the hospital.
Tiffany arched an eyebrow. How could she not make a big fuss? Somehow Abby miraculously pulled her out of her near-death experience. She had a second chance at living. And even though she was hit hard by the torrents of emotions that she'd abandoned unprocessed, she was still grateful, nonetheless.
"It is. You don't go around giving people chances at survival." She said to Abby with a raspy voice.
Tiffany noticed Abby clench her fists and her jaws. "It's nothing, but I can't keep seeing you, Tiffany. It brings way too much discomfort, since you killed my grandfather. I know Dracula wasn't the best of men to you, but he was to me, and I loved him."
Tiffany glowered at Abby. "He killed my father."
Abby rolled her eyes. "Your father killed my parents, kidnapped me and would have killed me if Nexus had not intervened. If we were to be honest with our selves, your father was the evil one".
Tiffany clenched her fists ignoring that her body hurt.
Nexus stepped between the two girls and nodded surreptitiously at Abby.
"Stop it girls. Tiffany, Abby gave you the philosopher's water. A gift from Dracula. I know this is not what you want to hear right now but Abby lost someone close to her as well."
She stared hard at Nexus, anger licking at her body. Nexus was right. She hated that he was.
Swallowing her pride and anger, she faced Abby. "I'm sorry you feel this way. It sucks, trust me, I know." Then she choked out what appeared to be laughter.
Abby nodded but turned on her heels and left the room.
Tiffany stayed deadly silent after Abby's departure. Tiffany found herself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. Gratitude and guilt intertwined within her as she pondered the consequences of her actions. Abby's selfless act of saving her life leaves her feeling grateful yet burdened by the weight of taking another's life - that of Dracula. It was her first kill.
Amidst this internal struggle, Tiffany is struck by another devastating blow - the loss of her father. Her emotions were a tidal wave, crashing upon her fragile state of mind. Grief, sorrow, and confusion consume her as she grapples with the weight of this profound loss.
Tears flow freely as Tiffany mourns her father's death and contemplates the consequences of her choices. The weight of the world seems to rest upon her fragile shoulders, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and alone, even in a room full of people.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience