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❝That horrible day, she bid me goodbye was the day I died inside. Confusion and emptiness were the only things that resided in my heart, which she once used to warm. She became a mystery, one that intruiged me and at the same time made me hate...
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"I was such an idiot."
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~Flashbacks~
Isabella heard a knock on her door which halted her pen's scribbling on the printed paper. She took off her glasses and placed them on her table gently.
She unlocked the door to find Y/n's eyes staring up at her, making her eyes soften. "Mama, can I come in?" she asked.
"Sure, my dear." the lady let the small girl trot her way in. The (h/c)-nette took a seat on the spare wooden chair that stood in the corner of the room.
Getting the hint that she wanted to talk about that, Isabella asked politely, "Would you like something, Y/n?"
A goofy grin found its way onto Y/n's face as her eyes twinkled in delight, "Pudding would do! I know you have a secret stash of it!"
Isabella smiled and took out a pudding from her cupboard and handed it over to the girl before preapring a cup of green tea for herself.
When the woman situated herself on her chair Y/n firmly stated, "Mama, I want to make another deal."
She raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be?"
Her (e/c) eyes seemed liked they were drilling holes in her skull as she declared, "You'll tell me information about the outside world in exchange of me being a high quality product."
"Hm? What do you mean by 'being a high quality product'?" the lady urged.
Y/n started moving her legs back and forth as she elaborated, "I know for a fact that the more good quality goods you breed, the more chances of you being promoted are increased,"she poked her pudding with her spoon and added.
"I also know that you must be thinking that you still have Emma, Ray and Norman. But I have quite the history, don't I?"
Purple orbs hesitantly met the eyes of the young girl as Isabella failed to comprehend what the girl tried to convey, "What are you trying to say...?"
Y/n chewed onto her bite before answering, "The medicines you use for everyone else, always take their time working on me. That means that there is something different with my body. I must be important, right, Mama?"
