Ch. 236 Division Of The Heart (1)
Elena brought her sister inside the palace. Mirabelle couldn’t stop crying to the point she was dizzy, and Elena sat quietly next to her in comfort. Elena had already been informed that nothing terrible had happened to Mirabelle when she had been held captive. That meant that her grief was currently linked to…
— Please let me take care of this with my own hands.
Elena did not know what happened between Kuhn and Mirabelle, but she knew he had arrived there first and rescued her sister. If Mirabelle came back in tears, it was evident that the conclusion was not a good one.
‘I wished I could have helped her somehow…’
There was nothing she could do in the middle. She couldn’t get involved in the relationship, but as she watched Mirabelle sob in pain, she felt as if she were burning inside as well.
Finally, Mirabelle cried herself to sleep. Elena sent a message to Carlisle that she would be sleeping with Mirabelle tonight. Carlisle accepted without saying much, knowing that Mirabelle had been kidnapped, and there was nothing to worry about if she and Elena were together.
Eventually, night fell. Mirabelle, who had been fast asleep on the bed, blinked her eyes open, then slowly pushed herself up. Elena glanced up and lowered her book.
“Mirabelle, you’re awake?”
Mirabelle looked around, dazedly blinking her eyes.
“It’s a guest room in the Imperial Palace. I informed Blaise mansion that I’ll be with you tonight.”
Mirabelle nodded. Her eyes were still swollen from crying. If she entered the mansion like this, she would be questioned about what happened. Elena closed the book she was reading.
“If you feel more awake now, how about something to eat?”
“Make sure you eat a lot. That way you’ll feel energized.”
Elena rang the bell on the table to summon the maid waiting outside.
“You called, Your Highness.”
“Bring some dinner. Well, what would you like Mirabelle?”
“Oh, I don’t really…”
Mirabelle’s voice trailed off into a mumble, and Elena spoke up when she remembered something.
“Ah, you like healthy chicken porridge, don’t you? Do you want to eat that?”
Mirabelle stiffened. A bowl of chicken porridge with ginseng, jujube dates, and other nutritious ingredients was one of her favorite dishes. It was why she once treated it to Kuhn at Blaise mansion. She felt inwardly bitter at the sudden memory, but she kept her face calm and shook her head.
“No, I…I don’t want to eat that. Anything is fine except chicken.”
“Very well. Then I’ll have seafood prepared instead of chicken.”
Elena instructed the maid to bring a meal made out of the freshest seafood ingredients, including abalone and octopus. When the maid left to deliver the message to the chef, Elena and Mirabelle were left alone in the room again. Elena looked at her sister and smiled.
“How about we take a short walk in the garden and then come back as soon as your dinner is ready?”
Mirabelle noticed that Elena was trying to take care of her as usual. She was probably worried about why she had been crying. Mirabelle was grateful for Elena’s unfailing love.
“You can ask me anything you want. I’ll answer it.”
Elena smiled faintly and responded in a warm voice.
“I have no questions about anything. I am grateful that you came back safely. When you feel better, you can tell me anything you want. There’s no need to force yourself.”
Mirabelle could feel the love in Elena’s words, and Mirabelle’s heart, which had seemed hopelessly overwhelmed in her longing for Kuhn, seemed to ease a little.
“Mirabelle, do you have any questions for me? If you do, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“No, I don’t either. I heard some information from Kuhn, and I trust you even if I don’t know what’s going on.”
Mirabelle wondered if she had judged Elena too harshly. Elena smiled, feeling the faith her sister had in her.
Mirabelle and Elena did not have to speak to fully understand each other. It partially was due to their trust in each other, but mostly it was from the love they shared when they grew up together.
Just then, a knock echoed in the room. The guest room door opened, and the maid appeared again.
“Dinner is ready, Your Highness.”
Elena’s expression softened and her eyes turned towards Mirabelle lying in bed.
“Shall we eat then?”