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After two weeks, they let her go home.The silence in that big house was as solid as concrete.They had notified Gombrit beforehand, probably because Beatrice couldn't bear the humiliation of the servant watching her daughter's growing belly.There must be as few people seeing this scene as possible.They strictly forbade Sibylla to go around.After dark, Sibylla could wander in the garden, but never go beyond the fence. Her father does research at home almost every day.Sometimes she would hear her father walking across the tiled floor at the bottom of the steps. She ate in her room, the way she had chosen after her first dinner at home.That dining experience was very painful. My parents were so silent that they didn't say a word, but their expressions were meaningful.How could she blame them?Her entire life collides with what they expect from their daughter.They looked forward to a model youth who could show off and proudly testify to the success and dignity of the Folsenstrom family.Instead, she brought them the humiliation of a complete failure, a failure that had to be hidden from the prying, malicious eyes of the local population.

No problem!She really prefers to dine alone. She didn't think of Mick very often.He was a dream she had once had, he was someone she knew long ago, someone who no longer existed. Everything was never the same before, and now everything is different. She has always been mentally ill. She had become a sick mind, mad and behaving grotesquely.Nothing will change that, and she will never be able to share what she has been through.No one understands what that situation is like, no one tries to understand it all. At the same time, a feeling of being treated unfairly was brewing in her heart, and this feeling was growing day by day, almost engulfing her.It's not fair that she has to be here because she doesn't want to be here.If she had the means, she would have left here long ago.

She carries a heavy sense of guilt on her shoulders. Every day, the disappointed eyes of her parents follow her around the house, and then the sense of guilt becomes heavier and heavier.She just wanted to leave them, but instead became their prisoner.In the process of waiting like this, her belly gradually grew bigger day by day.What is she waiting for?What are you waiting for? Like a tool without a will of her own, she assists two adoptive parents who don't know each other to construct their dreams, and her body works for them. Of course, everyone took great care of her, even the mother did her best.Her growing belly was now her shield, but what would happen when it was gone?

What will they do with her next? The word adoption seems purely descriptive and worthless, sounding like ordinary words like percentages or democracy.To adopt means: to give away her child. She had to give away this thing that appeared in her body and made her belly bigger and bigger without asking her consent.Now, when she lies still, she can feel the baby kicking around in her belly.The baby was kicking the taut skin of her stomach, as if to let her know that the baby was there. There is a knock on the door.Xi Bila checked the time, it must be dinner.please come in! Her mother came in with a tray and put it on the desk in the room.Sibylla knew at once that her mother had something on her mind, because usually the tasks carried over from the tray would be completed quickly, but now Beatrice took her time and seemed to be preoccupied with arranging the tableware.

Sibylla was lying on the bed reading a book, she sat up and looked at her mother's back. These are vegetables.You didn't eat vegetables yesterday.You have to eat a lot of green vegetables, which is very important now. Please tell me why. Her mother suddenly stopped what she was doing, and replied after a few seconds: "It's very important, for the sake of She cleared her throat.The child in the belly. is that so?Now, for the baby in the womb?It took her a while to get the words out of her mouth.Her nervousness was evident, just from her back.Suddenly, Sybylla lost her temper.

Why is it so important to take care of the baby in the womb? Mother turned slowly to face her. It's not me who is pregnant.It is you who are responsible for your actions. Sibylla did not answer, mainly because there was too much to say. Mother seemed to regain her composure.Clearly she wasn't just discussing vegetables, and the value of eating greens was an unfortunate side topic.Sybylla watched as her mother resolved to carry out her real mission. I want you to tell me the real father of my child, who is he? Sibylla didn't answer. Is it the young man driving the car?That Mick.Person?Is it him?

Maybe it used to be!Why do you ask?What's the point? Sybylla couldn't help herself.Her mother was trying to hold back her anger, but Sybylla wasn't helping her anymore, never again. I just want you to know that he will never be at Hartley and all Autosports people will have to leave.That piece of real estate is your father's, and he decided it would be better to tear down the building.I think Mick has moved out of Hetley. Sybylla couldn't help laughing, not because the sight of the YSA building being demolished was funny to her, but because her mother was probably just like her: not quite right.That was the first time she had thought about the possibility carefully.Mommy really seemed to think she was omnipotent.

I think you better know. Beatrice obviously felt that everything that had to be said had been said, and was about to leave Sibylla's room.She had just reached the middle of the room when her daughter's question shocked her. Why are you having a baby? Beatrice.Folsenstrom's left foot was sunk in the rug, and she turned, and Sibylla saw something new in her mother's eyes, a look she had never noticed before, but now, like that. His expression is clear. It was fear, and Beatrice was afraid of her own daughter. Is it because grandma thinks it's time for you to have a baby?

Mother still didn't speak. Are you happy being a mother?Happy to have a daughter? They continued to stare at each other, and Sibylla felt the baby move slightly in her belly. I'm mentally ill, what does grandma say?Or you haven't told her yet? Suddenly, her mother's lower lip began to tremble. Why are you treating me like this? Sibylla snorted. Why are you treating me like this?You must be fucking crazy. The curse brought Beatrice back to normal. In this room we don't say words like that. is that so?You may not say it, but I will!damn it!damn it!damn it! Her mother was backing away from the door, wondering if she should call the hospital, apparently there was a crazy woman in the house.

oh!Mommy, why don't you run and call?With any luck, you can get rid of me forever. Beatrice opened the door. Beatrice looked at Sibylla one last time in fear, and rushed out the door.Sibylla heard her hurrying steps down the stairs, and she ran out on the terrace, and watched her mother hurry down the hall to Mr. Fersonstrom's study.Sibylla called to her mother's back: You forgot to answer my question! No response came from downstairs. Xi Bila returned to the room, facing the tray of food: boiled carrots and peas.She grabbed the plate from the tray with both hands and threw it into the wastebasket.

Then she pulled out a suitcase and started packing.