Chapter 124: The First One To Notice
Watching Zenith fall silent for a brief moment, Marita confusedly blinked her eyes while staring still at his masked face.
But, after a brief moment, Zenith gently clasped onto Marita’s warm pale hands that had started to turn a little colder, from the excess blood loss during surgery.
Meeting her gaze, he smiled brightly with tears glimmering in those beautiful orbs, "My eyes resemble my Mom. It was the only thing that I could attain from her...unfortunately. I had always wanted if could have attain some more feature from her, but the heavens didn’t grant my prayer.
"I lost her way too long ago...but...you’re the first person who made me aware of the gift I have attained from her when the whole world seemed to have forgotten her existence by now. Thank you...It made me happy as well..."
"I...am...glad... And...I am sure...your Mother...must be proud of giving birth to you..." Marita’s voice trembled when she murmured, gazing affectionately at his tearful eyes. The smile on her lips slowly tainted when she continued, "I...wasn’t fully conscious...but I had sensed it was you who brought me to...this big hospital... otherwise, I would’ve been already dead there by now... T-Thank you, son, for...saving my life..."
"Please, I did nothing worth thanking me..." To make her feel comfortable and not overwhelmed with any indebted feelings, Zenith persuaded her in a gentle voice, "I am just a nobody, but...you’ve to recover fast for your son’s sake, Ma’am. He won’t be able to stay sane if he learns about your condition."
"Right...Kyle. I did give him nothing but trouble...I am sorry for being a miserable mother...to my pitiful boy..." When Marita was mumbling in a somber voice staring at the ceiling above, Zenith stared intently into her teary ocean eyes which looked exactly the same as Kylian’s.
Even her oval face also had a very similar resemblance to Kylian which made him feel only if he could have obtained these similar features with Zorina, instead of looking like Dolemort.
Before Zenith could comfort her, Marita shuffled her sad gaze back on Zenith’s face as she quivered, "Do you...know my Kyle, son? You seem...younger just like him..."