Chapter 467 - 467 The Next Stage

467 The Next Stage

Selma Payne’s POV:

The feeling was very clear – I didn’t experience any changes on display, but something was different. It was like a missing piece of a puzzle, and the missing pieces were slowly being pieced together. Although the speed was a little slow and the loopholes still existed, everything would be in place one day.

My soul gradually regained its brilliance. Selma, Madeline, and me, everything was clear now. Everything was clear now. The lingering fog quietly dispersed, leaving behind the truth that made people feel relieved – all the worries were unnecessary.

My father told me that my mother’s condition wasn’t very good. It was not about her body but her mind. My child was the last straw that crushed her, and the self-blame for not caring for her grandson made her go into a strange circle of self-doubt. Miss Marcy had another patient. She believed it would be difficult for my mother to escape this situation unless the child could be cured.

“I should’ve cared more about Mother,” I blamed myself as I leaned against her bed and held her cold hand. “I lived with the child every day, and Mother spent most of her time on the child every day. But I didn’t notice anything; I didn’t notice anything but just stayed aside and complained...”

My father pulled me into his arms, his broad chest making me feel at ease. “Don’t blame yourself, Selma. This is not your fault, just like how none of this was your mother’s fault. All these coincidences happened simultaneously, and these negative factors are not something one person can easily bear, so the disease came to us.

“We will urge your mother to receive treatment actively. Not to mention that the child is not sick at all. He will come back to us healthy and happy one day, won’t he? Your mother will suddenly see the light by then, and everything will be better.”

Everything would be better.

I silently repeated this sentence in my heart. I looked at my mother’s pale, sleeping face and heard the machinery buzzing in the ICU. It was as if I could smell the disinfectant in the underground ward thousands of miles away.

I wouldn’t let off any villain who wanted to break the peace and extend their evil hands to my family, lover, and friends. The smiling face was a weapon in times of peace. If your enemy had already reached your doorstep, all you had to do was put away your stupid smiling face and punch them back to their hometown to cry.

No matter who it was.

It didn’t matter if you were a human or a ghost.

Everything would be fine, I promised.

I went to take a look at my child’s condition. As I expected, after removing all the useless medicines, his ‘evolution’ speed was even faster.

To be honest, even if I was the child’s mother, I couldn’t go against my conscience and say that he was in such a bad condition... was acceptable. The melted muscles and bones bulged his skin into a soft water balloon. I thought that WAS why all the medical staff in the observation room except Lester and Master Kevin avoided his eyes.

You couldn’t blame them. You couldn’t expect the descendants of the ancient gods to evolve to suit human aesthetics. After all, humans didn’t even exist at that time.

A lot of strange and familiar memories rushed into my mind. I vaguely remembered that I had been through this a long time ago, but everything was blurry, and I couldn’t see clearly.

The first ‘evolution’ only took thirty days. Counting the time before, the child would ‘break out’ in twenty days at most.

At that time, he might still be in wolf form, become a fair and chubby child, become a boy or girl, and still not be bound by gender.

In short, this was an opportunity to choose and lay a solid foundation.

“Little wolf, Little wolf, get well quickly. Mommy hasn’t shown you how beautiful this world is.”

As if it heard my words, the little wolf twitched its ears in response.

Soon, someone told me that my mother had woken up.

As the Queen of the werewolves, my impression of my mother was that she was always bright and beautiful, like a musician playing the harp in the Moon Goddess’ courtyard. The fragrance of flowers and a quiet tune surrounded her. Even the moonlight couldn’t steal her charm.

However, she looked extremely haggard now. Wrinkles appeared on her haggard face, indicating she was getting on in years.

“Mother.”

When my mother saw me, she smiled absentmindedly. Then, she laughed at herself helplessly. “I’ve made you worry, my child. This is not something that a mother and grandmother should do.”

Before I could say anything, she asked again, “Where’s the child? How is he?”

“He’s doing well. He’s already entered the next stage. I sat by the bed and held my mother’s hand. I think he’ll return to us in twenty days at most.”

My mother looked at me, and my father looked at me. They seemed to want to ask something, but in the end, they said nothing.

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