I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 365

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Chapter 365

 

 

 

 

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Late at night.

Sandra sat blankly in the antique room, staring at the mirror.

In the mirror, a woman with long pink hair and an extremely alluring appearance was gazing back at her.

My face.

Not Alice’s face, but my face.

Sandra slowly caressed the luxurious mirror. This place, Greenbel Sanatorium, catered mainly to the Empire’s nobles, so it was equipped with facilities rivaling the palace. And Sandra occupied the finest room among them all.

“Lady Sandra, what are you doing?”

Just then, a young man sat up from the bed and asked. He was a handsome man with blonde hair and emerald eyes.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere, Lady Sandra?”

He was the man who had just shared a bed with Sandra and was also a doctor working at Greenbel.

“Do you see your daughter in the mirror again?”

Even right after having relations with a patient, he didn’t forget his duty as a doctor.

“Please tell me what you see, Lady Sandra.”

“Don’t worry, Robinson. I see my own face in the mirror.”

Of course, until recently, she would see Alice when she looked in the mirror.

Sandra had believed she was Alice. She had to think that way because it was unbearable otherwise.

But…

 

“Mom, are you okay?”

 

This afternoon, Alice had come to visit.

The real Alice, not a delusion or fake.

 

“Poor Mom. They said you went crazy, and it’s really true.”

 

Alice wasn’t dead. She was alive and moving.

 

“It’s okay, Mom. Alice is right here! I didn’t die. Look!”

 

Alice smiled charmingly like a mischievous girl as she said this.

 

“You don’t have to feel too sorry. Mom killed me thinking I was Miona.”

 

Yes. That’s right.

If I had known it was you, I never would have done that.

 

“I would have done the same if I were Mom! How could she go after a friend’s father? Such an immoral, ungrateful girl deserved to die.”

 

Sandra was deeply moved.

As expected, my daughter, my other self, my Alice would understand!

 

“Ah, my daughter! Alice, you were alive!”

“Yes! Mom!”

 

The mother and daughter embraced each other for a while, having a touching reunion. A feeling of happiness washed over them as if they had found their lost other half.

The mother and daughter spent time together in the room, eating and chatting excitedly.

 

“Mom. I have something to tell you.”

 

At one point, Alice spoke with a serious expression.

 

“Don’t be too shocked. Sister Dana and Dad are… in that kind of relationship.”

 

Sandra wasn’t shocked. She was just furious.

 

“I knew it would come to this.”

“Huh? You already knew?”

“Yes. Your father had been harboring dark intentions toward Danae from long ago. He kept denying it so stubbornly, but in the end, this is what happened.”

“My goodness! Since when exactly?”

“Probably from the beginning! I noticed when your father was wearing matching scarves with Danae!”

“Matching scarves?”

“Yes! Karl, your father, was wearing the exact same scarf as Danae!”

 

When she had confronted him about harboring dark intentions toward Danae, Karl had treated her like she was strange and firmly denied it.

Remembering his innocent-seeming lies made Sandra even angrier. What do you mean no!

 

“That’s not all! Your father was a master at avoiding the bedroom! He dodged it like a slippery eel!”

“Kyaak! Bad husband!”

“He must have been sleeping with Danae from that time! That’s why he avoided me!”

“Sacrilegious! How could he do such things under the same roof with his wife!”

 

This is really fun.

Talking with my daughter is the best!

Sandra was in such a good mood that she chattered about all sorts of things. And she could tell that Alice was feeling the same way right now.

How can we mother and daughter get along so well?

‘I really, really love Alice, my daughter!’

Sandra sometimes wondered about the reason. Because Sandra had never loved any other human being this much.

Of course, men were exceptions since they were objects for satisfying desires.

‘Could this be maternal love?’

No, there’s no way she had maternal love. Sandra had long known that the scholars’ claim—the claim of men who had never experienced menstruation—that all women have maternal instincts was a lie.

If maternal love were truly an instinct, she wouldn’t have so easily abandoned Lumiere on the street.

When Sandra abandoned her beautiful son, she didn’t feel sorry at all. Rather, she felt relieved as if she had removed a tumor that had been bothering her all along.

But Alice is different.

She felt like another version of herself, so precious.

 

“Anyway, Mom. Don’t worry. There will be a witch trial for Sister Dana soon. A divine oracle came down saying she might be a witch!”

 

Alice gripped Sandra’s hand tightly, her eyes sparkling.

 

“I’ve found lots of evidence that she’s an evil woman! She’ll be punished one way or another.”

“Then I’ll also go out and…”

“No, Mom, don’t worry about anything now and rest a little more at the sanatorium. I’ll come visit sometimes!”

 

Sandra felt a little disappointed. It seemed Alice still thought Sandra needed to rest a bit more.

Why was that? I’m perfectly fine now.

Alice, now that I’ve realized my most precious daughter is alive, there’s no longer any need to…

“Waaaaaah!”

Sandra suddenly flinched and trembled at the shoulders. What was that sound?

“Waaah! Waaah!”

Sandra frantically looked around the room.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

But there was no child anywhere. Nowhere at all.

In the room were only Doctor Robinson and Sandra. Robinson was now wearing his shirt.

“Lady Sandra, are you alright?”

Perhaps he had seen her flustered face. Robinson asked.

“Are you perhaps experiencing auditory or visual hallucinations again?”

“Waaaaaah!”

“If so, please let me know.”

Hallucination? This was a hallucination? Such a clear crying sound was fake?

If she said she was hearing hallucinations, her discharge would be delayed further. Sandra lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile.

“There’s nothing like that, so take your clothes off again.”

“Pardon?”

“I said take them off.”

“I’m sorry, but I already have a lot of work piled up…”

“This is your work.”

Sandra tore Robinson’s shirt and pushed him onto the bed.

“Comforting a patient with a wounded heart is your job. You need to put your body and soul into it.”

As she laid the blushing Robinson on the bed, Sandra ignored the baby’s crying. To ignore it, she moaned louder and screamed. She concentrated and immersed herself in this moment.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

But that crying continued.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

Until the long intercourse ended, Robinson left, and Sandra lay alone in bed trying to sleep.

‘When will this hallucination disappear?’

Should she say she was hearing hallucinations?

Then her discharge would be delayed even more.

‘Then I have to endure it.’

Late at night. Sandra buried her face in the pillow.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

She really felt like she was going crazy. Who knew a baby’s crying could drive someone insane like this.

‘Do other mothers endure this crying sound while raising their children?’

She suddenly began to respect them. Just listening for a few hours was enough to drive her crazy!

“Waaah! Waaah!”

Sandra wasn’t used to baby crying.

Lumiere was practically abandoned to others’ care, so she never had to hear his crying.

Alice was a child who didn’t cry from an early age.

Strangely, Alice never cried even once.

Some thought such an Alice was a bit strange, but…

“Waaah! Waaah!”

…No. No.

Come to think of it.

Alice had cried before too.

Sandra, with her face buried in the pillow, slowly opened her eyes.

Was it because of that child’s crying? A memory she had completely forgotten until now began to sprout and bloom slowly.

“Waaah, waaah!”

Yes, Alice cried when she was very young too.

“Waaah, waaah! Waaah!”

Just like that.

Like that, heart-wrenchingly, as if she would die at any moment…

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

…Wait a minute.

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

Sandra’s hand gripping the pillow stiffened. Was it her imagination? The baby’s crying seemed to be getting closer.

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

No, it wasn’t her imagination.

The crying was getting closer and closer.

She could imagine it. The wailing baby was far away, then crawled across the room, climbed onto the bed.

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

Right next to Sandra’s face, it had crawled.

“Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!”

Now, beside her, there was a baby.

She was certain. Sandra could feel the child’s desperate struggling, roughened breathing, and even the temperature of its heated skin.

‘No. They said this was a hallucination.’

It was because of stress. From the stress of thinking she had killed Alice, she was just experiencing a mild mental illness. So.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

This is fake.

Sandra made a decision. Let’s check. She just needed to turn her head and confirm whether there really was a child or not.

She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head that had been buried in the pillow. And looked to the side.

“…!”

And she saw.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

On the bed, a newborn baby crying and struggling.

“Waaah! Waaah!”

And a woman pressing down on that child’s neck.

Sandra stared blankly at the scene.

A pink-haired woman was strangling the child’s neck with all her might.

“I’m sorry, Alice.”

The woman said in a trembling voice as she subdued the crying child.

“If it’s discovered that you’re Rodrigo’s daughter, everything will be ruined. I can’t lose Karl. I’m sorry.”

The woman in the hallucination was Sandra.

And at that moment, Sandra remembered everything.

It was such a vivid memory that she couldn’t understand how she had forgotten it. It was also the most horrible memory of her life.

‘I… killed Alice.’

Alice when she was a newborn baby.

I killed her.

By pressing down on her neck.

Thump thump, thump thump, her heart beat rapidly. Sandra let out rough breaths.

Yes, I remember. I remember.

When Alice’s due date was approaching.

Under the pretext of wanting to give birth in a place with good air, Sandra took only a few trusted subordinates and headed to a secluded villa, where she gave birth to Alice.

‘And I killed her.’

Because that crying was too unbearable to endure.

Waaah. Waaah. The crying child’s voice was like an alarm.

You gave birth to your husband’s younger sister, and committed adultery with your father-in-law. I am the evidence of that. The child’s crying seemed to say that. If I exist, your life will crumble. It seemed to threaten her like that.

So she impulsively strangled the child.

She hadn’t intended to go that far.

The moment the baby stopped breathing, Sandra regretted it. Sandra truly had no intention of killing the child.

After all, the child had inherited Windsor blood, and both Rodrigo and Karl had handsome faces.

Only Rodrigo and Sandra knew the secret of that day. As long as the two of them kept their mouths shut, there was no way it would be discovered, none, it wouldn’t be…

Why did I kill her?

With a thud, reality came crashing down.

Alice was actually a blood relative of the Windsor Family. Unlike Lumiere, she wasn’t some cheap person with lowly blood.

If she died like this, the Windsor Family would surely come to investigate. This wasn’t something that could just be overlooked.

What would happen if they found out I killed her?

 

“Rodrigo, what should we do!”

 

So Sandra hurriedly took the child and secretly sought out Rodrigo. The child had been dead for several days and decomposition had already begun.

 

“What should we do? What can we do?”

 

Sandra grabbed onto Rodrigo and burst into tears.

 

“I didn’t mean to kill her, really. What should we do, what should we do!”

“Oh my. Decomposition has started. She’s beyond revival even with holy water.”

“Can’t, can’t you save her? Really, you can’t save her?”

“That’s right. Our daughter is dead. She’s gone down a path of no return.”

 

Rodrigo clicked his tongue as he examined his young daughter’s corpse. But soon he smiled.

 

“But well, I think I could somehow revive this body…”

 

Rodrigo wiped away Sandra’s tears and asked in a gentle voice.

 

“What comes back won’t be our daughter, would that be alright?”

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