Chapter 46: Hypocritical
On Friday morning, the four individuals had breakfast together—in harmony for the first time. As usual, Eliot sat at the head of the table, Eira sat on his right, Marianna on his left, and Myra, who had been beaming with smiles since she woke up, sat directly beside her mother.
They all had said one or two things, except Myra, who had been in her own world, answering questions with one word and nods. Meanwhile, Eira, who didn’t feel like "acting," simply hummed to everything Eliot said to them.
Besides saying that they were a family and thus had to treat each other well and have each other’s backs, Eliot also asked Myra if she’d learned her lesson, after asking Ephyra if she’d forgiven Myra.
Myra had nodded, while Eira didn’t answer, thinking, If she hadn’t forgiven her, would she have pleaded for her?
Eira simply wanted this farce of a breakfast to end—no, she wanted the entire day to end.
She looked up, noticing Myra smiling at her phone, and she also smiled.
Last night, Myra had cornered her and asked what she meant when she said Alan tried to do something to her. Eira had shrugged in response, telling Myra to forget about what she said and treat it as an angry, heartbroken rant. As for the couple’s vacation, she guessed it and used it to taunt her.
Myra had jabbed her long nails into Eira’s chest and told her not to try anything like that again and never to come to her room. Eira had simply ignored her and walked away.
Eira’s gaze flicked toward Myra, who was completely absorbed in her phone, likely texting Alan. The plan unfolding in Eira’s mind filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Myra, so blissfully ignorant of the trouble she’d incited, was entirely unaware of the trap about to spring. Eira resisted the urge to smirk, maintaining her composed exterior as Eliot continued his hypocritical lecture about family unity and loyalty, with Marianna backing him up.
The breakfast dragged on, with Eliot attempting to smooth over any lingering tensions between Eira and Myra, as if one simple meal could repair years of animosity and deception. The hypocrisy of it all was almost laughable to Eira, but she kept her responses minimal, preferring to let the silence weigh down the table rather than indulge in the charade.
Eventually, breakfast ended, and Eira excused herself. She needed to finalize the details with Jania and ensure every piece was perfectly set for the weekend. Myra and Alan would have their "dream getaway."