Chapter 130 Mila Is A Poor Soul
For now, all they could do was wait for the lab results. Nurses brought in a basin of cold water and began gently wiping down the children’s foreheads and bodies in an effort to reduce their dangerously high fevers.
Seeing her children like this—so small, so helpless—and no one able to tell what was wrong, Addison felt her heart tighten with unbearable pressure. Her mother stepped closer and wrapped her in a comforting hug, letting Addison lean on her shoulder. Addison’s eyes burned red with unshed tears, but she refused to cry.
If she broke down, who would her sons lean on? Who would be their strength?
She had to stay strong for them and for herself.
Wiping her eyes, Addison approached the table where the list of ingredients from the kitchen had been laid out. She carefully scanned the items, trying to jog her memory, replaying every moment of dinner in her mind. Had the twins eaten something unusual? Was there anything missing from the list?
She glanced at her mother. "Mother... when I was a child, did I have any allergies? Any medical issues? Maybe my sons inherited something from me," she asked softly, holding onto any thread that might help the doctors find answers.
Her mother thought for a moment, then gently shook her head. "No... You were as tough as a horse, Addie. Always running around the palace gardens like a little whirlwind. I still remember how you used to dress up as a boy just so you could sneak out easier—you said it was more comfortable to move in pants than skirts. You’d tie your hair into a bun and tuck it under your cap before vanishing. And when you started getting recognized too often, you roped Elric into using magic to change your hair and eye color."
She chuckled faintly at the memory. "No one could tell you apart from the regular street werewolves after that. That’s how you got away with so much—joining the Border Patrol Team, sneaking into patrol drills. You were unstoppable."
Addison couldn’t help but notice how much her children reminded her of the way her mother had described her as a child—energetic, spirited, always on the move. That thought led her to wonder if she might’ve unknowingly passed on some hidden health issue to them. But when her mother shook her head, saying Addison had been strong and healthy as a child, it left her with no further leads.