142 Recovery

Aberdeen City, 2 years ago. 

"That BASTARD!" The beautiful Althea uncharacteristically cursed out loud, voice cracking from crying, talking to no one in particular.

That JERK ran out during their honeymoon and he came back all broken?

And she couldn't even hit him!!

All kinds of violent thoughts ran through Althea's brain, all while both of her hands were busy wiping her tears and snot.

The middle-aged woman beside her smiled and patted her head, not calling her out for her duplicity. "Dear child, he's going to be alright…" 

Althea's red eyes stared at the older woman, filled with sadness. "Mother… he—" 

Not knowing what to say, she just buried her head to the older woman's shoulder. 

"Why… why does he do this to himself? Isn't it nice to just play peacefully here? With me?" 

"Dear child, you know very well what kind of person Garan is." She said, continuing to comfort the young woman.