My dad rubbed his hands together. Fine beads of sweat were visible on his forehead. Although the Roussel Family was very powerful, their reputation was a real consideration among the people in Liechtenstein.
The man suddenly said, “If Ms. Gaudentia is willing to marry right now, then the Roussel Family is willing to give a six-petal crystal flower as an heirloom as a betrothal gift. I have heard that this medicine has miraculous effects on vegetative patients.”
I saw my dad's eyes light up instantly. “I'll marry him!”
I stood up violently. My voice was so loud that it shocked everyone. And just like that, my wedding started to be planned and my previous engagement ended.
After the Roussel Family left, my dad frowned. He then asked me, “Gaudentia, haven't you always liked Benedict? Why do you suddenly change your mind?”
I didn't answer and turned around to go back to my room. Ever since my sister turned into a vegetative person, everyone said that I picked up the engagement that she didn't want.
I have liked Benedict for a full ten years, but he always treats me coldly. After my sister got into an accident, the engagement fell on me.
I happily moved into his villa with joy in the name of my fiancée. I was thinking that I could finally make him love me openly. But no matter how many times I flirted with him, he would only politely help me put my clothes back on. He then turned around and left me alone.
Until last night, I ghostly followed him out of the house. I went all the way to the hospital.
I could never forget that scene. Benedict knelt in front of Charlotte's hospital bed. His body trembled. He pressed Charlotte's hand against his burning desire. His voice became hoarse until the last moments of his release.
“Charlotte, I agreed to marry your sister so that I can visit you every day.”
At that moment, I realised that my ten years of infatuation were nothing but a joke.
The elixir given by the Roussel Family was indeed miraculous. In just three days, Charlotte woke up from her coma. My dad was so happy that he immediately wanted to organise a banquet for her.
I stood outside the ward watching the medical staff come in and out. I then deleted and changed the message for Benedict on my phone.
“We're having a party at home tonight, are you coming?”
The message, as usual, sank like a stone. Until an hour before the banquet began, I finally could not help but dial the phone.