When Imogen mentioned Archie's name, for a fleeting moment, Johanna, who was standing on the second floor, pressed her lips together. Her expression was a mix of anger, jealousy, and pride. It was a complex mix and rather baffling.
By the time Felicia looked again, Johanna had already turned and left.
Imogen sat on a small chair brought over by a maid, still reminiscing about Archie. Every word she spoke was imbued with heartfelt emotion.
Felicia sipped her tea and basked quietly in the sun. She said nothing.
…
After three days, the herbs on the list were all gathered.
During those three days, it was unclear what scenarios Imogen had imagined in her mind, but she completely took on the role of an older sister. She was exceedingly warm toward Felicia, constantly asking about her well-being.
During the day, they enjoyed some tea, chatted, admired flowers, and fed fish. At night, Imogen pulled Felicia along to sift through baby clothes. Since Imogen couldn't see, she relied on touch while Felicia described the styles and colors for her.
Felicia, who had always been used to solitude, wasn't fond of too much interaction with others. It always made her feel uneasy.
However, Imogen had a certain gentle persistence that Felicia couldn't resist.
In that respect, Felicia felt that apart from their similar looks, Imogen and Stephan couldn't be more different in temperament.
One was blind yet carried light in her heart; the other wore a smile on the surface, but his soul resided in a deep, dark abyss. He was elusive and terrifying.
They embodied two extremes.
Felicia didn't want to linger any longer. On the night the herbs were gathered, she expressed her intent to leave. After all, to create the antidote, she needed to return to her clinic.
Imogen touched her prominently rounded belly and sighed. "Alright. The plane is on standby anytime. But it's too late today. Leave tomorrow, alright?"
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