âEven if itâs my child, I can still not love them.â
The day she terminated the 5-year-long contracted marriage and filled out the divorce papers, Hilia left Caligo without a second thought. Leaving the byproduct of the contracted marriage, their child, with him.
Hilia Halos was a woman who was colder, more selfish, and more wicked than anyone else.
[Hereâs the alimony. Since I donât need this anymore, Iâll hand it over to you.]
That was what he thought, until he ceded the baronial estate that she so coveted and disappeared.
***
Hilia was sure she would be indifferent.
About leaving the child, and about abandoning the man who brought her excitement.
âMother, you donât, hab to, lub, Riche. Riche gonna, only come, sometime. Riche will, lub you moreâŠâŠâ
She was actually indifferent. She would have been in the future, as well. If only the dirt-covered child didnât just appear out of nowhere after four years and told her such a thing.
âSoâŠâŠ!â
Tears dripped down the childâs cheeks. Hilia backed away from the child, who was running towards her with arms wide open. She could not be a good parent, nor could she love anyone.
âMy baby, there are things in the world you just canât love.â
So, after leaving that single comment, she turned away.
Pretending not to notice the unfaltering gaze in front of her.