BXBX NOVEL Chapter 482 482
Chapter 482 Chapter 482
Her thoughts went back to the day she let Reeves leave her. She should have stopped him; she should have gone with him. Her chances of survival were pretty slim, but it would have been a kinder fate.
She turned to Nexus, her eyes filling up with unshed tears. "Why didn\'t you save her?"
Nexus staggered back, surprised at the question. The pain of a mother was evident in her eyes and Nexus knew that no amount of explaining would do it.
He lowered his head, and his expression grew sober. Rosa charged angrily at him; her rage evident in her eyes. "You should have done something."
Just then, Crystal cut in front of her, protecting her lord. She held Rosa with a single hand and gave her a warning glare. "Stay back."
As Rosa struggled to hold herself together, her mind became a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. Memories of their laughter-filled adventures and shared secrets flooded her mind, intensifying the pain she felt. She couldn\'t imagine a world without Tiffany\'s vibrant presence.
In the midst of Rosa\'s overwhelming grief, Abby stood up and approached Rosa. Her tear stained cheeks were evident, she was mourning her grandfather Dracula.
Rosa eyed her with suspicion, her own heart twisting in pain.
When Abby got to Rosa\'s side, she spoke up with a surprising claim. "Wait, everyone! I have something to say," Abby\'s voice trembled with a mix of emotions. She was aware of what she was about to do, but she knew that her own family was gone forever. The room fell into a hushed silence, all eyes turning towards her.
Abby took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. She was doing the right thing "I... I have Philosopher\'s water," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of grief and uncertainty. Gasps of disbelief echoed through the room as everyone processed Abby\'s revelation.
Rosa\'s heart skipped a beat, a flicker of hope igniting within her. She couldn\'t believe what she was hearing. Philosopher\'s water, the very thing they desperately needed to save Tiffany, was within their grasp. A glimmer of light pierced through the darkness that had consumed her.
Tears of disbelief and relief streamed down Rosa\'s face as she looked at Abby, her voice quivering with a mix of emotions. "Abby, are you serious? You have Philosopher\'s water? How... how did you find it?" Her voice cracked with a mixture of hope and gratitude.
Abby\'s eyes met Rosa\'s, a determined fire burning within them. She didn\'t answer, she didn\'t know how to without breaking down into tears herself.
Philosopher\'s water was the only legacy of Dracula left behind and the thought of giving it away weighed greatly in her chest. But she convinced herself that she was doing the right thing. Tiffany needed the water more than she would ever do.
Also, she couldn\'t stand to see Rosa in pain. The thought of losing both her husband and her daughter seemed like her story. Abby had lost both her grandfather and her parents, and she knew first hand the pain that could cause.
In that moment, Abby\'s own pain and anger collided with the realization that the cycle of hatred had to be broken. She couldn\'t bear to see Rosa and others suffer any longer because of the actions of their ancestors. Abby knew that it was time to take a stand, to put an end to the legacy of pain and vengeance.
With a determined yet gentle voice, Abby reached out to Rosa, her eyes brimming with empathy. "Rosa, I shouldn\'t be doing this, but Tiffany didn\'t do anything wrong, and she was kind to me when Reeves would have killed me. I want this chain of hatred to pass away. It cost me my family and I\'m tired of it." Her eyes fell and she struggled with the onslaught of tears.
Rosa\'s tear-filled eyes met Abby\'s, a mix of confusion and curiosity shining through. "Abby, how can you say that? After everything that has happened, how can you let go of the hatred and pain?"
Abby took a deep breath, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "Rosa, I\'ve carried the burden of anger and resentment for far too long. I\'ve seen how it can tear families apart and leave scars that never heal. I don\'t want that for you or anyone else. It\'s time to break these chains of hate and find a way to move forward."
Rosa\'s expression softened as she listened to Abby\'s heartfelt words. "But how, Abby?" Rosa was having a hard time believing that the daughter of Dracula would be kind enough to save the daughter of a man that had killed her parents.
Abby reached out, gently placing her hand on Rosa\'s trembling shoulder. "The philosopher\'s water was Dracula\'s legacy and he\'d hoped that one day, if I was ever in a grave situation, it would save my life. But I want to correct his wrong doings."
As Rosa looked into Abby\'s eyes, she saw a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility. The weight of the past still lingered, but in that moment, a seed of change had been planted. She was moved by how wise Abby was.
Even Nexus couldn\'t hide the smile that crossed his features. Abby was a much braver girl than they gave her credit for, and his heart soared at the thought. He was proud of her.
Rosa\'s heart pounded in her chest as she mustered up the courage to take a step forward. With each stride, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. The room fell silent, as if time had frozen, and all eyes were fixed upon Rosa and Abby.
As Rosa reached Abby\'s side, she slowly lowered herself to her knees, her movements deliberate and reverent. The weight of her actions settled upon her, a profound symbol of respect and admiration. The hush in the room grew thicker, as everyone held their breath, captivated by the unfolding moment.
Rosa\'s hands trembled slightly as she reached out to gently clasp Abby\'s small, delicate hands. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a profound connection was forged. It was a connection that transcended age, background, and circumstance.
Rosa\'s respect for Abby was profound.
Tears welled up in Rosa\'s eyes as she spoke, her voice quivering with a mix of humility and awe. "Abby, your kindness and generosity have touched my soul in ways I can\'t even begin to express. You possess a wisdom and purity of heart that surpasses your years. In this moment, I kneel before you, not as a gesture of submission, but as a testament to the profound impact you\'ve had on us all."