The Love They Never Had: The Nam Mansion

Chapter 64: Gwageo (The Past)

I didn't quite know what to do with myself since Hwi had left as soon as I couldn't hear Dal screaming and pleading with his life. I looked almost everywhere in this god-forsaken manor of the Nam's but I still couldn't see him. But i did catch a glimpse of the Young Master almost running out of the front gates, presumably after him. But before i could even take another step, the concubine came out towards me with a look of thunder. But despite everything that she had been through, she still hadn't learnt from her mistakes at all. I swore to myself that i wasn't going to let her hurt me again, and I still wasn't going to let that happen. But if she had different intentions, then who was i to stop her? She was my so-called 'mistress' after all and there wasn't a more perfect timing than right now.
"You vicious cow! How dare you harm me! How dare you almost cause me to miscarry the Nam heir! You..." "Are you still blaming me for what the father of your child put you through?" "What nonsense is this? You will pay for killing my maid Seo Yeon and i will make sure of that." "And what exactly are you going to do? Make up more lies about my fake past that you keep going on about?" "You ungrateful, lowly and delusional bitch! Do you really think that you are worth the clothes you wear? The scents you rub on your lowly skin? Or those expensive shoes that you wear on your dirty feet? I am-was a maid who has seen nobility up front and you are a poor orphan with a disability that most people have never even heard of before. You think you deserve to live this life? Then fine, I will show you exactly where you come from!" And with that, she had her remaining servants haul me into a carriage without giving me time to defend myself at all. As a concubine, she needed her husband's permission to leave her home, even if she was only gone for a few hours. And as for myself, i was now sure that Nam-Jeon would send out a search party for me and would even go as far as to kill the concubine if I discovered my memories on her account. But she still wasn't smart enough to think about herself at all despite all of the so-called education she had given herself. And right now, I wasn't in a position to think about her at all, apart from the fact that she would deliver me to my past by her own hands.

I didn't even put up a struggle as she began to tear my clothes from my arms and legs as we made our way to the other side of the village that i hadn't seen yet. Not that the guard that always accompanied me would let me leave the marketplace in the first place, and now I knew why. But it was only when we got deeper into the road that I started to get the headaches and hear the screams and shouts in my head all over again. my heart was beginning to pound out of my chest and I began to sweat in fear. I really would had given up every expensive item that I owned in return for my brother to just show up out of nowhere and be here for me when I came back home. I wanted him to take me into his arms and never let me go as he re-introduced our home to me. I have no recollection of feeling so vulnerable before and I really didn't want to be here on my own in a place where probably most people would recognise me and either bully me for becoming a noblewoman overnight or crow at me for abandoning my brother even when i couldn't remember doing it at all...

"Here! Take a look at your home! Your real home! This is where the Young Master found you after you had your fit, I am sure of it! The original servants that have stayed on all remember how panicked he was when he brought you to his father's manor in his arms. He was almost in tears they said, that he couldn't bare to leave your side all night long. It was also the first time that he had ever stood up to his father, although I do not know what he threatened him with, it seemed to work..."

Her voice began to fade away long before her servants who were very angry at me threw me out in front of the most wretched and blackened home that was beginning to fall apart by its hinges. I could not remember the home at first, but as soon as the concubine's carriage fell back and abandoned me here, the very first thing that I saw was the old blood stain from my head that my brother still hadn't washed out. He must have wanted to live with the memory of what had happened that day whilst I was helping the Young Master with his own plans...my god, what have i done? Why did i have to loose my memories instead of staying by my brother's side and helping him instead? Now I knew that helping the Young Master was inadvertently helping my brother, but I should really have done a lot more. My brother...