Chapter 6
Lucille didn’t even notice when the call ended. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she finally spoke, “My best friend is getting married. So, are you two planning to attend?“}
Ayrton and Walter had grown increasingly distant from her. Once she returned to Axelvale City, they wouldn’t see each other again. They wouldn’t even be friends. So there was no need to be honest with them about her own wedding plans in Axelvale City.
Hearing her mention the wedding. Ayrton and Walter exchanged a quick glance, sensing something odd. But neither dwelled on it!
Ayrton replied casually. “Nah, you go ahead. I’ve got work piling up at the office.
His tone was still cold, likely because he was upset about Claire getting hurt earlier. Then he grabbed some papers and retreated to his study
Walter, with a stern look, added, “Claire got scratched up because of you today. You should apologize to her. Otherwise, Im not interested in any wedding you’re attending
With that, he stormed off to his room.8
Lucille let out a bitter laugh, not bothering to respond
The next moming. Lucille woke up early to prepare breakfast. As she stepped into the living room, she was greeted by a dozen vases filled with fresh flowers, their scent gently wafting through the air
The pollen, camed by the breeze, seemed to engulf her. Her face turned pale, and her breathing became labored.
She had asthma and was allergic to pollen!
Gasping for air, her chest heaving, her vision started to blur. The air she managed to inhale felt insufficient, making each breath a struggle.
“Medicine…” she thought, trying to recall where she kept her asthma inhaler. Wobbling unsteadily, she made her way to the medicine cabinet.
However, her hands fumbled, weak and frantic, knocking over several vases in the process.
Crash-
The sound of shattering glass echoed as the flowers and water spilled across the floor in chaos.
Hearing the noise, Ayrton and Walter rushed in. Seeing the mess, they were too furious to notice Lucille’s distress.
“What on earth are you doing?” Ayrton exclaimed.
Lucille, barely able to hold the inhaler she’d finally found, was in no state to answer
Walter, however, was so focused on the flowers that he pushed past her, hastily trying to salvage the remaining blooms. “Ouch…”
Already weakened, Lucille stumbled from the shove, her knee slamming into the corner of the cabinet, tearing the skin and leaving it red and swollen.
Her hands trembling, she managed to open the inhaler. It was like clinging to a lifeline as she administered the medicine, limping to a corner to catch her breath
The medication eased the raw pain in her airways just a little, enough to survive the ordeal.
Yet there Ayrton and Walter were, still engrossed in cleaning up the flowers and shattered glass, oblivious to what she’d just endured.
