From the day she lost Scarlett and left her to face the world alone, Logan had already become a neglectful mother.
She missed fifteen years of Scarlett’s life.
Apart from teaching her self-defense methods in the shortest time possible, she couldn’t even meet her as she truly was.
It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize her.
It was... she didn’t dare to recognize her.
"Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stay, if I appeared as your mother and, after you finally accepted me, someday you’d have to face the reality of losing your mother again, it would be too cruel for you."
If one had never seen the sun, they could endure the darkness.
She didn’t want to be a fleeting light, only to let Scarlett feel abandoned once more.
She had thought about letting Scarlett return to the Jennings Family.
But at that time, Solomon’s magic had entangled Scarlett’s fate chart with that of the Garrison family’s daughter for fifteen years.
To break the influence of the fate chart, Scarlett had to unlock that shackle herself.
So, even knowing that continuing to let her stay with the Garrison Family would cause her more suffering...
But for Scarlett’s sake, she had to harden her heart.
Whether it was the Garrison Family or Solomon, they were her final trial stones left for Scarlett.
"...What I didn’t expect was that you would come looking for me."
Logan truly hadn’t expected that.
She had approached Scarlett as Jasmine Hamilton’s identity for barely two years.
She originally thought that even if Scarlett had feelings for her as her "master," they wouldn’t be too deep.
Yet, she miscalculated.
Knowing that she came to the otherworld for her master, Logan felt a bit conflicted for a moment.
Her daughter went to the otherworld not for her, this mother, but for her master.
Oddly enough... there was a sense of feeling jealous of herself.
Scarlett Jennings quietly listened to her speak.
Listening to her explain the reasons for leaving her back then.
Listening to her explain why she didn’t recognize her.
Listening to her saying she didn’t expect her to come.
Why she came, she thought she should have known.
Scarlett slightly lowered her eyes, feeling the warmth tightly wrapped around her arm.
She didn’t tell the person in front of her.
In her first eighteen years, she hadn’t experienced true maternal love.
But the appearance of her master filled her imagination of a mother.
The master was the first light to pass through her life.
She didn’t know of the blood connection between them.
She just wanted to hold onto that light again.
...
"Scarlett, you’ll stay in this room tonight."
After discussing things openly, Logan quickly collected herself and began enthusiastically arranging things for Scarlett.
"This room is decorated according to your tastes, and it even has clothes and gifts prepared for you."
Logan pointed to another room,
"This room is for Donovan. When I left, he was very small; I don’t even know if he still remembers me."
Scarlett looked at the two obviously well-kept rooms.
A small apartment, yet it had been divided into three rooms.
Even Thalassa Hamilton had to share a room with her, yet she preferred to keep two rooms empty for people who would likely never stay there.
At this moment, she seemed to truly understand Logan’s feelings.
For eighteen years, living alone in another world where no one knew her, she engraved her longing into every corner of her life.
The same bed sheets and quilt covers she used before,
The same brand of instant noodles they once ate together,
And together, they raised a fox much like her beautiful one.
A strange, sour feeling lingered in her chest.
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