2 Ozul Ashfall (2/2)

Maybe... no, She is definitely my mother. She just exudes the quintessence of pure love.

That may be the case, but why are people in the surrounding struck with panic on their faces?

Am I weird in some sort?

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Sylvia was delighted upon successful delivery. Even though they told her that they could save the baby at the expense of her life, she was worried about her unborn baby.

When she saw her baby boy in excellent health, she sighed in relief even though she was worried about why he didn't cry yet.

But upon seeing the weird looks the surrounding people were throwing at her baby, she took another look at him.

She was stunned at first, but what she felt next was just grief. Because she knew her baby boy could not live a simple life. He will suffer. And she won't be there to help him, to be his only support.

Sylvia was a smart woman. She could already predict that he won't have a life in the Duke's estate or any other place in this world for that matter.

She knew that these few moments were the only time both the mother and son pair could be together. So she hurriedly took him in her arms from the midwife. Though the movement caused her pain, she endured for her child.

She looked at him. Specifically, his eyes. His eyes, like a bottomless abyss, showed intelligence far surpassing a baby. Somehow she knew that he was conscious of his surroundings.

She kept looking at him until tears started to form in her eyes, threatening to fall out any second.

She knew her time was near. She was slowly feeling drowsy.

A smile that was full of sorrow took place on her pale lips as she neared the boy's face until her lips were on the boy's forehead.

”... my boy..... I won't be there for you..... take care of yourself. Be yourself.....ozul... Ozul Ashfall.” Only Ozul heard these sweat but sorrowful whispers. The last words Sylvia Ashfall said before death embraced her.

Even after death, she still kept the same position as if her body won't let go of her child.

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