Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
As they broke the hug, James tilted his head, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "How did you manage to have such perfect guesses to everything, though?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of wonder.
Elsa straightened her posture, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Because I read that in Carter's journal," she confessed, her gaze dropping to her hands.
James's eyes widened, and he leaned back in his chair, a mixture of surprise and confusion etching its way across his features. "You have Carter's journal?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elsa nodded, her movements slow and deliberate. "I stole it from the McConnell mausoleum, from Carter's tomb," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
Both James and Rosanna were taken aback by this revelation. Rosanna leaned forward, her eyes narrowed with concern. "Elsa, why did you steal from Carter's tomb at the mausoleum?" she asked, her voice stern but laced with underlying worry.
Elsa took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she met her mother's gaze. "I was looking for answers," she explained, her voice steadfast. "Looking for somewhere safe, somewhere purple, at the end of the rainbow, and what it all meant. My research got me to a key that Mom left in a purple Teletubby doll she gave me and Gwen. Turns out it opened Carter's tomb."
James's brow furrowed, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "Why didn't you just ask us, Elsa?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "We would have told you everything."
Elsa's gaze dropped to the table, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. "That was the time when Mom hated me, leading to the time where you guys thought Victoria was my sister," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't have come to you with this."
The room fell silent, the weight of Elsa's words hanging heavy in the air. James and Rosanna exchanged a pained glance, their hearts aching for the pain their daughter had endured. Slowly, Rosanna reached across the table, gently placing her hand on Elsa's arm.
"What else did you read in Carter's journal?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
Elsa took a deep breath, her gaze shifting between her parents as she spoke. "I never finished reading the journal," she admitted, her fingers fidgeting nervously. "Those were just the first three pages. I never even went through everything I found in there." She paused, her expression turning somber. "First, I was too scared of what I might find. And second, I had so many other problems and things to worry about, so I just pushed back reading it."
James furrowed his brow, his gaze locked with his daughter's. "Which is also why you never pursued a case against me, as you told me you would," he stated, his voice tinged with a hint of understanding.
Elsa nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just... I couldn't handle it all. It was too much."
Rosanna squeezed Elsa's arm gently, her own eyes shimmering with empathy.
James leaned forward, his brow furrowed with concern as he studied his daughter's face. "Would you like us to take you somewhere safe, somewhere purple at the end of the rainbow?" he asked, his voice gentle but weighted with the gravity of the situation.
Elsa's eyes widened slightly, and she glanced between her parents, a flicker of hesitation and uncertainty flickering across her features. "Didn't Victoria burn the house down that time she kidnapped you both?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
James nodded, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "We had the place rebuilt," he said, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.
Rosanna, sensing Elsa's trepidation, reached out and tenderly tucked a stray lock of Elsa's hair behind her ear, her movements slow and deliberate. "We figured you might want to go there sometime," she said, her eyes filled with a maternal warmth. "To feel more connected to Jenna. She was a surrogate mother, after all, and she raised you and Gwen. You were her daughters, and she cared for you as her own."
Elsa's eyes lit up with a gleam of hope, and a warm smile blossomed across her face. "Of course, I'd love to go," she said, her voice filled with a newfound sense of excitement.
Rosanna's expression softened with raw emotion as she surged forward, wrapping her arms around Elsa in a fierce, maternal embrace. Elsa could feel the tremor in her mother's shoulders as Rosanna pulled her close, her cheek pressed against Elsa's.
"I'm so sorry, Elsa," Rosanna whispered, her voice thick with regret and sincerity. "I'm so sorry for everything I said and did to you in the past. I was blind, and I hurt you in ways I can never take back."
Elsa felt her own eyes sting with tears as she returned the hug, her hands grasping the back of Rosanna's shirt. "It's okay, Mom," she murmured, the simple word carrying a weight of profound meaning. "I forgive you."
Rosanna let out a shuddering breath, her grip on Elsa tightening as if she were afraid her daughter might slip away. "Oh, good Lord, it feels so good to hear you call me 'Mom,'" she breathed, a watery laugh escaping her lips. "For the first time in forever, Elsa. I love you so much."
Elsa could feel the raw emotion radiating from her mother, the years of guilt and remorse finally being released in this tender moment of reconciliation. She tightened her embrace, silently acknowledging the healing that was taking place between them.
James watched the scene unfold, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. He reached out, his large hand gently resting on Elsa's back, offering his silent support and affirmation.
The Simba family stood there, wrapped in a warm, healing embrace, the weight of the past slowly lifted from their shoulders. In this moment, the future seemed brighter, filled with the promise of a renewed and strengthened bond that would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead.