Cordelia looked at her in confusion but closed the door as instructed.
As Xyla sat on the chair, her gaze was fixed somewhere outside the window without any focus. Her expression was heavy and sorrowful.
“Mom…” Cordelia crouched down in front of her.
“Cordelia.” Xyla snapped out of her trance after some time and slowly turned to the box in the corner. “Bring that over.”
Cordelia was stunned, and her heart drummed anxiously.
She did what she was told. The wooden box was not heavy, and she could lift it with a hand. The carving on it was intricate and discreet, looking unique.
When Cordelia was young, she was curious about the box too, but Xyla had forbidden her from touching it, so she suppressed that curiosity.
This was actually her first time being this close to the box.
There was a vintage copper lock on the box that could barely be seen nowadays.
Xyla sounded a little aggrieved. “Cordelia, I’m not a good mother. I’ve been a burden to you. I wasn’t even able to witness you getting married.
“Take this box back. Consider it your wedding gift from me.
“But… don’t open it if nothing calls for it. Can you remember?”
Cordelia froze in bewilderment.
Was there some kind of secret in this box? The lock looked sturdy and would not give easily, but Xyla had never mentioned the key.
Her mother was giving her this box, but not the key—and she did not say what was in it either… What was the meaning of this?
Cordelia wanted to ask, but Xyla looked tired as she lay down on the bed.
“Go on out.” Her back was against Cordelia. “I’d like to get more rest.”
Cordelia bit her lips.
The doctor had said that her mother must not be shocked with this illness. Cordelia subconsciously thought that the box was something that would shock her as well.
She pressed down the confusion—no matter how many questions she had—and softly closed the door.
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