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Chapter 26: (Aaira's pov)
30 July, 2025.
As I walked downstairs, the oppressive silence of the house felt like it was crushing me, my body was hurting as if it would give up any time. As soon as we entered the living room, My eyes caught him, Ian. He was sitting on the sofa with his father.
When he saw me, he immediately stood up, the concern was etched all across his face. He extended a hand to help me, but the old woman's grip on my arm tightened, preventing me from reaching out to him. Telling me without words to be careful. His father who has been silent for a while now spoke up.
Ian's Father: I can't help but take my son here, ever since this girl-whatever her name is, Y/n, I suppose...
Before he could have completed his word, a voice came in, curt.
Ian: Be respectful, Father.
It was Ian telling his father to be respectful with my name, why ? His father just sighed as he continued, his tone was dismissive towards me.
Ian's Father: Ever since she left, he's been so desperate to come here and see if she's doing fine.
The Old Woman suddenly hesitated.
Old Woman: What's the need of that, I mean we are her parents, and we would take good care of her, wouldn't we ?
Ian: The way you people kicked her out,
He said to his father, which was more of a taunt, before turning to the old couple.
Ian: And, the way you people got her here, So there was a need to check if she's doing fine or not.
I kept my eyes downcast, trying to hide the fear and pain that I felt inside. Why would he care for me like that, he shouldn't be the one in this place but Jungkook. The old man stood beside me, his expression became more carefully controlled as he tried to cope with the situation.
Old Man: We treated our daughter well, Ian. She's fine, there's no doubt about it.
Ian stepped closer, his eyes were searching my face for any signs of distress in me. I could see the worry in his eyes, the way he looked at me, but there was not just worry but something else in his eyes too.
Ian: Are you okay, Aaira? You look... different.
I forced a weak smile, nodding slightly. He leaned more closer as I leaned back on the sofa, he was trying to point his figure at the things he found were unsettling and different about me.
Aaira: Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired.
Ian: What happened to your eye colour ?
The old woman squeezed my hand harder, a silent warning to stay quiet. Ian's father raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.
Old Man: She wears lenses to help her vision at home.
Ian's: You say you're tired? But you look like you've been through a lot more than just being tired.
Old Man: She's been resting, trying to recover from the stress of everything. We've been taking good care of her. You can't judge our care like that.
Ian: Are you sure? Because it looks like something's not right here.
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