Surviving As A Cannon Fodder

CHAPTER 85

"I don't want to be involved with Edward Frost. Or any of his followers" I rolled my eyes in contempt.

"That includes his love life"

I stretched my arms and jumped down from the desk.

"I'm going to disappear" I smiled, gently patting Chirpy's head.

"Disappear?!" Clive stood up from his seat while sending the chair flying behind him.

"You do know that Dad's going to be mad if you break any of his furniture, right?" I asked him with arched eyebrows.

"You still have a few months till the title is officially passed. So hold it down a notch"

"But you don't have to disappear" Clive pouted as he sat back down with droopy ears and tail like an obedient puppy.

"Then do you expect me to stick around and get busted?"

"Haaah" I sighed.

"I'll just be gone till everything calms down"

"And how long will that be?"

"Till the novel timeline ends...." I muttered with closed eyes while holding my chin, trying to calculate an estimated time.

"Three...no! Five years" I snapped my fingers.

"Five. And during that time there will be zero contact between us for safety reasons"

The novel runs for a course of three years give or take. And let's add an extra two years just to be sure. So if I show up five years later, after Edward's had a baby or two, I can easily pull a soap opera stunt and say that I lost my memory.

I imagined a scenario five years in the future...

The curtains of the grand theatre opened.

The hall was filled with spectators nobles and commoners alike.

A young lady with platinum blonde hair and emerald eyes stood on the center of the stage while holding her chest. Her face, the perfect portrayal of happiness, sorrow, and bittersweet love.

A whirlwind of emotions swept through her as she looked at the couple in front of her.

"I lost my memories after I was pushed off the mountain by the snakey bo.....Ahem, assassins" said Angelica, with tears in her eyes.

"Assassins" She repeated, to add to the dramatic effect.

"I was saved by a group of indigenous people. And I lived as a part of their tribe for five long years FAR AWAY from everyone I know, till I recovered by lost memory" She flailed like a stringless kite while stressing the words 'far away'

"Yet I am delighted to see that you are living well, Your Grace. I might not have been blessed enough to live by your side"

"Oh my! Lady Ashford"

The ever sweet Helen exclaimed, feeling sorry for the young noble lady's pitiful state.

"Hmm"

Unlike Helen, Edward's hawk-like eyes narrowed on his ex-wife who has risen from the dead.

With an impassive Edward and a passionate Helen standing in his arms as the central audience, Angelica continued her once-in-a-lifetime performance.

"But" Angelica wiped her tears (aka water from a faucet outside the hall smuggled inside through the dress's sleeve) while acting as fragile and helpless as possible.