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Chapter 85 Not So Indifferent After All
Atticus approached Aurora, who was wailing on the floor. He bent down to her level and gently raised her chin, gazing directly into her red, puffy eyes.
Her face was soaked with tears, mucus coming out of her nose, and her eyes were swollen. Atticus gave her his warmest smile, a smile filled with reassurance, but it only seemed to make Aurora cry even harder.
Her sobs racked her fragile frame as she clung to him, her tiny hands gripping his clothes, soaking them with her tears.
Atticus didn't utter a word; instead, he offered silent solace through his embrace. He held her close, patting her head in a tender and reassuring manner.
In that secluded alleyway, the only sounds that resonated were the heart-wrenching sobs of a young girl, a testament to the hell Aurora had endured for far too long.
After a few minutes of unrestrained tears, exhaustion overcame her. Aurora's cries slowly subsided, replaced by soft, quivering breaths as she drifted into a restless slumber within Atticus's hand.
Atticus sighed, 'What am i doing?'? he wondered. His decision to intervene in Aurora's matter had taken him by surprise, challenging his self-image of indifference.
Carefully, he lifted her fragile form in a gentle princess carry, cradling her against his chest. He carried her to his room and gently placed her on his bed and covered her with a blanket.
Aurora stirred slightly, her body instinctively seeking warmth and comfort. Atticus watched her for a moment and with a conflicted heart, he shook his head and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
He went to sit down on the couch in the parlor, his eyes cold and distant.
Why had Atticus done it?
Even he didn't have a clear answer.
Atticus knew that he wasn't close enough to Aurora to convince her to defy her father's orders.
The fear she held for Rowan ran deep within her, making her obedient despite the inner turmoil she surely felt. So, he devised a different strategy—one that required a delicate touch of manipulation.
The plan was straightforward. He had observed that Aurora lacked warmth and in her life. She had no friends at the camp, her mother was deceased, and her father treated her coldly.
Atticus realized that the key to helping her lay in making her yearn for that warmth.
During the nights he consistently showed up, Atticus noticed how Aurora slowly started to get used to his presence and even appreciate it.
He had witnessed the subtle shift in her demeanor, the way she began to anticipate their brief interactions, finding solace and a glimmer of happiness in those fleeting moments.
So, he abruptly stopped appearing for a while, observing from a distance as she searched for him at their usual meeting spot.
He had seen the sadness that clouded her eyes when he wasn't there, the reluctance with which she eventually retreated to her room when he failed to show.
Atticus watched this pattern unfold for several days, realizing that Aurora was reaching her breaking point. It was then that he decided to reappear, pushing her emotions to the breaking point.
Now, Atticus sat on the couch, his back against it, and reflected on his actions.
He muttered softly to himself, "I guess I'm not so indifferent after all, huh?" It was a reluctant admission, but he had come to terms with the fact that he did care.
He let out a deep sigh, "Now how should i handle this," he muttered, wondering about the best way to handle the situation.
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