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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 180

"Alright... For now, this should stabilize her Weak beats..." — The Physician announced, careful to not declare how close to death her heartbeat had gone. — "I shall make further examination after she regains more consciousness."

"... She's not in danger anymore?" — Keeping his spot by her side, Orland inquired, forbidding his eyes to leave his daughter's countenance.

"!!" — Aindreas brows raised in surprise at the awareness of the danger the Lady went through by the seemingly calm Father. — "... She is not, Your Grace."

"... Thank you... Talmhach was it?... Pardon my rudeness, the situation just..."

"... Your Grace, there is no need..." — The stunned specialist told the polite man.

"... Dear... Are you feeling better?"

'... I guess..... Those.. we–re...ood.' — The child answered, gaining sufficient power to create shaped thoughts.