Chapter 458: A new -
Everyone has their backstory. "She sounds like a wonderful person. I am just a glimpse of her shadow." Abrielle answered.
Her statement might sound ambiguous but it was what she felt. Abrielle Nightshade wasn’t a shining light but was a spoiled, rich noble who only believed in her happiness.
"At least that’s what I remember from memories that seemed so distant," Aurelius replied.
"I wonder if I can get to see more images of her." She mentioned. The drawing she saw wasn’t very detailed, although she recognised the resemblance.
"I never doubted that I wasn’t a Nightshade since I held some resemblance to my parents. I had Pierre’s eyes and Rebecca’s hair. They were wonderful people who treasured me until the truth got known. It might seem like my life was a lie, but I refuse to believe so."
Abrielle understood Rebecca’s sentiment. She has faint memories of Abrielle’s childhood, remembering how well they pampered Abrielle like their angel. Her heart squeezed at the thought that it was meant to be Callista’s life.
They had no idea their actual daughter cried to sleep on an empty stomach
"I only have one drawing of her. I drew it when I started to forget what she looked like. I was scared of forgetting that maybe Silvanius might have more pictures."
Aurelius learnt how to draw for the sole purpose of preserving the last image of Bethany in his mind.
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