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Chapter 5: They Met (1)

It had been a few days since she was awake. All these days, all she had been doing was her physical therapy and catching up with lessons, to slowly help her be with the society again. She could walk fine again, well a little, there would be times she needs to be in a wheelchair, since her legs would sometimes go numb (it hurts sometimes). But, she was restricted from carrying heaving things, apparently, this has been a thing since she was a child. So she had her Oppa to bring things for her.

Being the sickly young miss of a rich family, was quite a life. Although the sickness was the shitty downside, everything else was great! All the delicious foods, the soft bed, and she has servants do whatever she wants, it was great. She was relearning everything she knew as a woman, this time; as a noble lady.

"Am I even doing this right?" She and Cale are currently at Kitchen #3, totally avoiding Beacrox's work place. She was craving dalgona coffee, and so she's having her twin whip the coffee. Why whip the coffee if there's a brother willing to do that for her?

She peeked at the whipped coffee, "One more minute!"

She was making enough for her, Cale, their father and stepmother, and Basen. Since Lily is young, Arabella was making her a salmon jumeokbap. It was the easiest thing she could make without any dried seaweed. She really needs to procure all the Korean side dishes she liked when she was Kim Rok Soo.

Should she make this a business? She thought to herself. Thinking about it deeply, she could then have their stepmother take care of the rest. It would be nice to be able to eat Korean food here.

(or maybe she was just thinking with her stomach, but everyone here sucks at handling spicy food. The disappointment.)

"So what am I supposed to do with this?" Cale raised an eyebrow at her. She set down the last rice balls onto the plate, she looked at her brother, who had finally finished the whipped coffee. Her eyes shine, she immediately went to look for four glasses to assemble the dalgona coffee. Then she immediately assembled the drink.

Using her pinky finger, she took a taste. Ah yes, the quality of the roasted coffee beans for a noble household. Even the dalgona coffee tastes so different.

Cale looked at his sister in confusion as she looked so giddy at trying this drink. What even is this? Is it from Korea? He looked at the food she made for Lily. While rice is a bit hard to get due to the fact it came from the Eastern Continent, but they're the Henituse, it is easy to get the rice. It looks like he needs to let his father know about Arabella's liking for rice.

(a/n: it's the asian in her, my dude. You haven't met the New Yorker Side)

Cale placed the large bowl down as he let her do whatever she needed to do. He carefully left the room, sure enough Ron was there waiting.

The old man smiled benignly, "Young Master, may this Ron know why you and the young miss are in the kitchen, mh?"

Cale sighed, "Bella dragged me here, she made something for the family. Help us bring it to the table later during breakfast,"

"I see," He made way for the old man to help his sister to set everything down. Cale observed this scene. Ron was helping Arabella with whatever she was doing, just like old times. This heavily reminded him of the fact that Ron did stay for him and Bella. Ron who was the constant of their life ever since they were born. It wasn't so weird when he first resented Ron for leaving. Cale just lost Arabella, and he left.

It would take time for him to act the same way before everything went shit to Ron and everyone else. For now, it was fine being with Arabella. Yes, being with Arabella is fine.

Ron was once again smiling like a gentle old man.

"Ron, let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Cale walked behind Ron, and he waited for Arabella. Arabella smiled and took a hold of his arm as he led her with the help of Ron to the dining room. All of the servants that Cale saw flinched and bowed respectfully before they seemed to run away.

He looked at them weirdly. He had never hit any of them, so why are they afraid? Was it his reputation?

It was better if no one bothered him anyway. Gods, his social battery is gonna drain so fast if he keeps interacting with these people for any longer. A trash can does as he pleases without worry. It was only possible because there was no desire to live as a model citizen.

"I will now open the door."

Cale nodded his head toward Ron. The book in Arabella's memories mentioned that he treated Ron, someone who raised him like he was his own grandson since he was little, as nicely as he treated his own father. It mentioned that he always responded to Ron and treated him like a person. Of course, Ron did not really think that way. Maybe that's why it's painful to talk to him now; now that he found out his thoughts through that book (although he thinks that it's a guide book for Arabella specifically).

"I hope you enjoy your breakfast."

"Thanks. Ron, make sure you eat a good meal too." Arabella smiled, and he just nodded at her words.

Cale and Arabella walked past Ron and into the dining room.

"You are late, today." Their father said, as the twins took their seats.

"We went to do something," Arabella said, "Apologies for being late, Papa,"

Deruth laughed and waved the twins over, "No worries, Ara and Cale, take a seat,"

The twins immediately took their seats, with Cale on the opposite end of the table like their father and Arabella on his left side. The family then began eating breakfast like normal. Deruth and Violan exchanged looks as they watched their children eat. The twins are interchangeably putting food on each other's plate.

"I want that," Their Ara pointed at the fruit her brother was eating.

"Fine," He just gave her the bowl.

It was a lovely sight for Deruth and everyone else that had watched the twins when they were children, this was a natural routine for them. It was like Arabella was never in a coma.

Never in a coma.

That made Deruth frown on the inside. Even with how nonchalant his son was acting, it was easy to see the deep longing in his eyes even when his twin was awake. There was an unspoken vow in his eyes.

I will protect and love you until my last breath, was what his eyes were telling. Deruth's heart was in pain, since how long was his son waiting for his sister? Ten years. Ten too long years.

(Later in the future, he would be horrified to know that his son waited for thirty-two years for his twin. Oh how he wanted to cry. Why his children.

His bright roses, what did they do to deserve to be wilted so.)