C16 Will From Mother Part 1

The sky began to turn black, indicating that the sun had set. Daylight turned to night. Clara was still kneeling on her father's study floor with various burdens on her mind. After too long of silence, she finally realized that there was nothing she could do but accept this reality.

She went into her room. She packed some clothes and put them in a backpack. Yes, she had decided to fulfill her father's wish to leave this house. After carrying all the necessary items, she went to the kitchen to take Cliff with her.

Her heart pounded with pain when she saw Cliff's condition, still tied up like the last time she saw him this afternoon. Some of her father's employees were still guarding him. Meanwhile, Cliff himself bowed his head without moving.

The employees were stunned when they saw Clara enter the kitchen. Wordlessly, she crouched in front of Cliff and tried to untie the ropes that bound his body.

"What are you doing, Miss?" One of the employees looked surprised at Clara's removing the rope binding Cliff without their permission. Clara said nothing as she untied the rope that bound her son.

"You can't let go of the rope. It's an order from the Great Lord."

"My son and I are leaving this village. That's what my father wants." That was the only answer Clara gave. She was so focused on untying the rope that she even ignored Cliff, who looked at her intensely.

"Hey, ask the Great Lord," one of the clerks said to Harry's other clerks, who immediately complied.

Clara had managed to untie the ropes that bound Cliff, but they still couldn't leave the house because Harry's servants wouldn't let them go and continued to block their way.

"The Great Master told us to let them go."

After this sentence was uttered by the servant who had met Harry, Clara and Cliff were finally able to leave the grand mansion of the Huston family residence.

When they were outside, Clara stopped and looked around momentarily at the magnificent home she had lived in with her parents. There were so many beautiful memories in that house that Clara's tears fell of their own accord when she remembered it.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

Clara wiped away the tears when she heard her son's question. She looked at her son and smiled slightly without saying anything. She took Cliff's hand and led him away from the house.

"Mom, why don't we go back to the cabin?"

"As of today, the cabin is no longer our home."

Cliff was shocked to hear this but decided not to ask many questions and followed his mother wherever she led him.

They walked step by step in silence, neither of them making conversation. Finally, they came to a small hut that looked old and unkempt. Without hesitation, Clara opened the hut door, which was indeed unlocked. Clara entered the cabin, ignoring the hut's dirty, dusty, and cobweb-filled condition. Cliff was stunned at the door, looking in amazement at his mother entering a house unfit for habitation.

As for Clara, she would never forget that shack, for it was there that she witnessed the beginning of her suffering. Although Clara was unconscious then, she was confident that the man who had defiled her had taken her to that hut. Clara sat on the floor and leaned against the wall. Her eyes looked empty, without the spirit to go on living.

Cliff entered the hut with his nose covered. He couldn't stand the musty smell of the dusty place, which he thought made his sense of smell uncomfortable.

"Mom, are we going to stay here?" Cliff asked after standing right in front of Clara.

"Yes," Clara replied without looking at Cliff.

Cliff looked around the room. To Cliff, the room was much more depressing than the cottage. This room was smaller and narrower than where he used to live. There was no bathroom and not even a bed. There was only a table in this room, nothing else.

"How can we live in a place like this? Besides, this place is so dirty."

"There is no other place we can live except this place. We can clean this dirty room."

Cliff frowned at his mother's reply. She spoke without looking at him. "I don't want to live here!" he shouted, which made Clara look up at Cliff at that very second.

Clara gritted her teeth in annoyance at her son's scream. She got up from her seat, and their eyes met.

"Mom never taught you to be a spoiled brat. We have to stay here because we are homeless!" Clara lost control of herself. She didn't even care if she yelled at Cliff.

Unable to stand being scolded by his mother, Cliff began to get angry. "We can go to my father's house, right? Where exactly is my father? I'll go see him."

"How many times have I told you? Don't ever talk about him!" Clara snapped again.

The image of this man who was the cause of all her suffering made Clara's anger rise even higher. There was no denying it. She hated this man. The man whose face she had never seen but who dared to inflict all this suffering on her. That's what Clara thought. Her hatred for Cliff's father was so great that she would never forgive him for the rest of her life.

"Why do you always refuse to talk about him? I deserve to know who my father is. There's no way I don't have a father, right, Mom? Will you please tell me who my father is?"

Clara covered her ears as tightly as she could with both hands. She couldn't stand to hear Cliff repeatedly ask about the man she hated.

"Mom!!!"

"That's enough, Cliff! Could you not talk about him anymore? Mom hates him so much. He's the man who caused all this suffering. Don't mention that bastard again. Do you understand?!"

Cliff's eyes widened in disbelief at his mother's words. This was the first time he had heard his mother hate his father so much. Cliff wondered what his father had done to make his mother hate him so much.

"Don't ask about your father anymore. Just pretend he's dead!"

Cliff clenched his fists tightly, angry at his mother's words. "Mom is selfish. You only think about yourself. You never thought about my feelings."

Cliff ran away from Clara after these words came out of his mouth. Little did he know that his words hurt Clara deeply. Clara felt so weak that her body fell to the ground.

I don't know how often Clara cried because of the man she thought was an idiot, and now she was crying again because of him. Now Clara feels that her life is destroyed, especially since there is no longer a mother figure to strengthen her as there was before. Cliff's insubordinate behavior makes her even more frustrated. But more than that, Clara no longer knew how to raise Cliff. She could no longer give Cliff animal blood. Clara was now so desperate that she even began to think that she might die at her son's hands because he would use her as food. It was an exaggeration, but that was what Clara feared right now. These thoughts filled her head. She felt that she had completely lost the will to live.

She looked at the backpack lying not far from her. She reached into the bag and took out an object she always carried. It was a small but sharp pair of scissors. She usually used scissors to cut the yarn when she knitted clothes for Cliff. In her spare time, she always made clothes for Cliff with her own hands.

I am still determining what Clara planned, but now she took a small book and a pen from the backpack. She was seen writing something on a piece of paper. When she finished, she put the form down not far from her. Now her attention returned to the small scissors already in her hand.

"Mother, I'm sorry. I can't go on living. Your passing has made me fragile," she murmured, tears streaming down her face. She pressed the sharpest part of the scissors just above the vein in her hand. She hesitated to do this stupid thing as Cliff's face flashed through her mind. There was no denying how much she loved her son. She certainly couldn't bear to leave her son alone in this world. But at the same time, she didn't know how else to raise Cliff. The image of Cliff's face faded and was replaced by all the dark memories of her life.

She remembered the image of the man in the forbidden forest, none other than the man who had caused her all this suffering. She also remembered Maxy's hatred for her, their failed marriage, and all the insulting words Maxy had thrown at her. She also recalled how the villagers of Tussand ignored her, dismissing her as non-existent and not part of the village. What hurt her most was remembering her father's anger at cruelly sending her away. The last thing that made Clara decide to do this crazy thing was when she remembered seeing her mother's body. Recognizing that the source of strength that had allowed her to survive life no longer existed.

"Mom, I'll catch up with you," she muttered softly, then finally, she cut her vein with the scissors, her hand was torn, and blood flowed profusely. Immediately Clara felt pain and burning beyond measure, but for her, the pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Meanwhile, outside the hut, Cliff, who had been crouching sobbing, rose to his feet when he smelled the stench of blood. He was sure the smell was coming from inside the hut. He rushed into the cabin, surprised to see his mother's bloodied hands. He immediately felt a strong desire to suck out the blood. Fortunately, his common sense could still dampen his desire to drink the blood. He knew very well that his mother was in danger. With difficulty, Cliff tried to approach his mother, even though the stench of blood was very torturous.

"M-Mom... what happened? Why is Mom's hand bleeding?"

Clara did not answer, but Cliff could guess what happened when he saw the scissors in his mother's hand.

"Why are you doing this? Are you going to leave me?"

Clara wanted to say many things to Cliff, but the blood from her veins made it difficult for her to breathe. She even felt that her body was weak and had lost all her strength. Clara carefully pointed to a piece of paper on the floor. Recognizing his mother's gesture, Cliff picked up the form and read what was written on it.

Cliff, I'm sorry. I can't be with you anymore. I have failed to raise you. I forgot to be a good mother to you. You're right. I was very selfish all the time. I only thought of myself and ignored your feelings. I'm sorry. Many reasons make you not trust me anymore. I understand that. But you have to believe one thing. I love you very much.

You always ask about your father. I'm sorry I never told you about him. If you want to meet your father, go to the forest near this hut. You will meet your father there.

I'm sorry again. I love you with all my heart.

Cliff's tears flowed freely as he read the writing, or you could say that the paper he read was the last message from his mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I love you too."

Cliff threw himself into Clara's arms. He ignored even the unbearable stench of his mother's blood. He just wanted to tell his mother that he loved her very much.

When he saw his mother's eyes closed and her breathing heavy, Cliff felt a fear he had never felt before. He realized there was nothing he could do to save his mother. All he could do was ask others to help save his mother. Without another thought, Cliff ran out of the cabin.