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Forgotten Wife Let the traitors kneel Down (by Patricia Maradiaga) novel Chapter 289

Part II: Portrait

Sophia carefully tended to the wound of the young man. When she finished, she found herself staring intently at his face. Enora, noticing her sister’s fascination, covered Sophia’s eyes and said, If you keep looking at him like that, you’ll start thinking about taking him home. So, let’s go.

Sophia gently removed her sister’s hand and replied, We can’t leave him here! Night will fall soon,

and a wild animal might come and eat him.

That would mean it’s his fate to die,Enora responded.

Enora!Sophia exclaimed.

I knew this would happen. Sophia, we need to get back home before anyone notices we’re gone.

You’ve done all you can for him.

Enora!Sophia looked at her with pleading eyes, and in the end, Enora had no choice but to agree

to help the young man.

And what do you want me to do? Because I’m telling you now, I’m not taking him home. Never.

Then what do we do with him?

There’s a cave nearby. We can start a fire and leave him there.

What if the fire goes out?

I’ll use magic to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Sophia was still not entirely convinced by her sister’s plan, but since she couldn’t think of anything better, she had to accept it. Alright.

Both of them dragged the young man to the cave.

We’ll need firewood for the fire. I’ll see what I can find around here,Enora said as she left the cave. She began to gather dry branches around the area. After collecting a small pile, she returned to the cave. Sophia was stroking the young man’s hair. When she noticed Enora’s presence, she said, I’ve never seen someone with red hair before it’s very beautiful.

The young man’s hair was a striking, bright red that caught the eye. Enora couldn’t deny the truth. Yes, there are few humans with that hair color, but I’m sure there are more out there.

Do you really think so?

Yes, humans usually have similar characteristics.

After placing all the branches in a pile, Enora lit a fire. The branches quickly caught flame, and once the fire was burning brightly, she used her magic to ensure the wood wouldn’t burn completely and the fire wouldn’t go out. It’s done. We should go; it will be completely dark soon.

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Sophia continued to stare at the young mari’s face. Enora had to pull her to get her out of the cave. Sophia kept looking back constantly, as if she hated to leave him alone in that place.

Enora, do you really think he’ll be alright? What if he doesn’t wake up soon and his wound gets worse?

Then heal him.

But that would get us into trouble.

He’ll be fine, stop worrying. Sophia.

Butwhat if he’s not?

Enora stopped abruptly, causing her sister to bump into her. Sophia, you are not taking him with

you.

But I can stay with him.

Are you crazy?

You can cover for me.

You’ve definitely lost your mind.

Please, Enora, I won’t be at peace if we leave him like this.

Sophia looked at her with pleading eyes, and in the end, Enora had no choice but to accept her sister’s crazy request. Fine, but be very careful.

I will.

TII come early tomorrow and bring some food. Wait for me in the cave.

Sophia gave her a tight hug and said, Thank you so much.Then she ran back to the cave where

the redhaired young man was.

The next day, when Enora returned, she saw that her sister had grown closer to the young human. It seemed that night had marked the beginning of their love story. After that day, Vritra and Sophia started seeing each other regularly until one day, Sophia announced she was leaving Arkala to

follow her love.

Enora stood up from where she had been sitting, feeling nostalgic from the memories of the past. As she walked toward the door, she said, Your mother was a fool for falling in love with a human. If she hadn’t, her life wouldn’t have been shortened,

Abril responded, Maybe my mother was a fool for following my father, but she never regretted loving him.*

No, she didn’t seem regretful.

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Love is hard to understand and can sometimes cause more pain than happiness, but everyone who loves is blessed, regardless of how long it lasts.

To me, that sounds foolish. Why give your heart if it’s just going to be broken?

I think loving is like making a bet; you don’t know if you’ll win or lose.

You talk just like your mother, a dreamer.

I never thought anyone would love me since I was always alone. I think it was when I fell in love

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