Heheroine And My Villainess - Chapter 2

HE/HEROINE AND MY VILLAINESS

(FIND YOUR HOME WITH REASONS)

“Vendia!” Madam Rose cries out watching her daughter slip from consciousness. In terror, she catches her head just in time and gently lays her back to the bed.

“Why…why can’t she remember us!” Madam Rose stands and looks toward the old physician, crying with so much emotion and entangle expression.

“You said to us, that our daughter only had a high fever then what is this?! Why can’t she even remember us?!” Madam rose cried with resent. The physician trembled, bowing down.

“M-my lord, M-my lady, I-I swear the young miss was having a high fever, unless…” the old physician said with a shaken tone of his voice, he looked back at them sweating and trembling, he gulped and concluded.

“Enless what? Speak!” Lord Marthen asked with impatience.

“Unless the young miss experiences a heavy mental breakdown and it affected her giving her amnesia” the physician, Pacey concludes immediately.

“What? How is that even possible?” Lord Marthen narrows his brows with a sniping glare directed towards the old physician. He embraced his wife, who was crying in despair, close to him

‘Come to think of it, She told me back then when I found her in the forest alone, laying on the muddy ground’, Lord Marthen reminisced.

[FLASHBACK]

I searched for Vendia everywhere. She had been missing for four days, we couldn’t find her anywhere so I ordered my guards and people to search the forest. I found her lying in the mud. I ran towards her in terror. I held her gently as I carried her bridal style. She wakes up and with weak raspy voice she speaks.

“F-father…I-I killed her…”

“What? Vendia w-what are you saying? Vendia? Vendia!!” I shouted in terror.

She lost consciousness once again. She had a high temperature. I signalled my guards and my people to stop searching. I found my daughter already and we went back home.

[FLASHBACK END]

“I know. It is a rare case. I never had a case like this before,” the old physician said

“So what should we do then?” Lord Marthen deeply sighed, impatiently waiting for answers.

“Yes, how can we get our daughter’s memories back?” Madam Rose asked in-between sobs.

“For now the young miss needs to rest. Don’t let her do any heavy work or get stressed and spend more time with her as a family. This also could help her regain her memories back and heal fully” the old physician suggested,

“Okay, we will do that,” Lord Marthen said.

Madam Rose’s tears had dried out. She made her way to her daughter. She layed down with her on the bed embracing her closely and protectively.

“My poor child…” Madam Rose and Lord Marthen thanked the old physician and dismissed him along with their servant.

“Everything will be alright dear,” He assured his wife who nodded.

‘Maybe it’s better this way. She won’t remember everything, yes it’s better this way. My daughter, whatever you did I know you didn’t mean it. So no matter what happens I will protect you. Don’t hurry up on remembering everything. I want you to instead forget everything and start new’

I looked at my only daughter with concern. It’s quite painful seeing her like that.

After so many hours, Lord Marthen left his daughter’s room and went back to his business and plans, while Madam Rose stayed with her daughter, holding her close daringly.

Yerre wakes up sitting up on the bed,

“W-where Am I?” Yerre said, weakly and raspily.

“Vendia? Vendia! Oh, my child…thank god” Madam Rose, hugged her child in joy and relief.

“Who are you?” Yerre asked confused. She wore a surprised expression slowly processing the situation. Madam Rose slowly let go of her and looked at her dearly. She held her hands and gently caressing it.

“Who are you? Why do you call me Vendia?” She asks so lost. After few seconds, she then remembers what happened, she looks at her, puzzled.

“I am your mother and your name is Vendia. You are my precious and only child ”

Madam Rose emphasized, hugging her again. She flinched to the sudden action but slowly calmed down.

‘Ahh…right…now I remember earlier I… my head still hurts’ Yerre thought groaning.

“I’m Vendia…”

“Yes, you are,”

Yerre felt unsecure on her situation right now.

‘I’m Vendia, the villain inside this story.’ She hugged her new mother tightly desperately needing comfort and warm embrace.

To be continued….