Chapter 17: Chapter 17

When Amara saw Azael and his girlfriend Penelope, she raised her eyebrows. The woman was carrying food, and the extent of her smile suggested that she was a loser in everything.

"I'm not sure honey, your sister's name is Amara. Like, we're schoolmates in another country," the woman said artfully to Azael, raising an eyebrow slightly to look at her. Azael did not respond; he was simply sipping a glass of wine.

"We are, indeed. Remember how bitchy and fuckwhore you used to be?" she smiled.

What she said made Theon laugh. He wrapped his arm around her and whispered to her. "Wife, don't be such a jerk. You're going to embarrass her later."

The man was aware of their disagreement with Penelope. She was so irritated by the incident at the Spa the day before that she told the man what had happened, which was ridiculous.

Penelope's eyes narrowed at her as she leaned artfully against her brother's chest. "Tell them why we're at your sister's house, baby."

She just shrugged and turned away from Azael. The benefit of this is that he has memory loss while she does not.

"We're getting married, and we'd like you to come to my wedding," Azael stated flatly.

"Wow!" exclaimed Theon.

While she wasn't surprised by what it said. But why was she so adamant in those moments? She appears to want to tell the guy that 'this' woman isn't the right match for him!

"Didn't we think you hadn't recovered yet?" She ask.

The woman in front of her smiled sweetly as she poured cold ice. "No, not yet. We'll have a civil wedding first, and then a grand wedding when Azael's memory returns. I wish we were just the two of us. We will, however, invite you because Amara is his sister. Also, Amara and I have officially become sisters."

She burst out laughing at what it said. The zing of its jokes in the final section. Sisters? She rolled her eyes and still said congratulations. She used to fantasize about having a sister, but what if Penelope had one as well? Nevermind.

Then she stood up to go get the salad that Theon had just made for her. She would not trade its work for the food of that woman's bitch even if it was poisonous.

She was in the kitchen, picking up a bowl of salad from the fridge, when she noticed Penelope following her. She smiled and faced it with grace.

"Do you like it? My husband made it and I know it tastes better than the food you brought, so if it doesn't offend your part, after all, your face is thick, isn't it," she simply said at the same time. a scoop of macaroni salad

They both smiled at what she said. She described it as good and acceptable. When it comes to food, she doesn't lie, eh? As food is life, she is. So she simply looked at what it was carrying, the face of someone eating pork.

They exchange glances as she eats. It wasn't a problem for her, even if they had spent the entire morning staring at each other. How lovely!

"Delicious?" it asks, annoyingly.

"Yep," she said right away. "And it will be even better if you remove your unsightly appearance from my home. What's the matter, I've been distracted because I have slut allergies— Ops!" she purposefully covered her mouth and turned to go to the lanai. It would be unfortunate if she washed her face with food.

“Bitch! I will go to any length to obtain your family." The word has a different connotation.

She came to a halt and smiled at the step. "Would you like to start it from me?" she asked, remembering what it had done to her. She was about to charge, but she decided not to get into the habit of doing so, so she turned around and left the woman.

Shit!

It yanked her hair when she wasn't expecting it. But, because food is essential to life, she did not abandon the food she was carrying. She easily yanked the hand that yanked her hair, and it, too, did not prepare what she did; she simply bathed the salad on its head.

It came to an end, and she was freed. Amara, on the other hand, just smiled and looked at it devilishly. It quickly ran outside and cried out loudly. Oh well, it'll be dramatic again. That was to be expected.

"Wife!" exclaimed Theon.

But she knew it was laughing at her because of the wink it gave her as if to say, 'good job!' she didn't care that Azael's eyes were sharpening at her.

"I'm not sure why they insist on calling you my little sister.

"If you don't like her and don't respect her, this is the last time we'll be in this house. Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby, good night." Azael kept his cool when he confronted her and then left. Penelope's grip was firm.

She couldn't say anything in response to what Azael said. Wow! It's like it used to be so angry at her. She wants to laugh, she really does, but why isn't she happy? she's also perplexed in a way she doesn't understand.

As she looked at the two people in front of the judge, Amara couldn't help but frown. She wouldn't have gone unless her mother had gone to Theon's house and forced her to. She didn't know what to think when the judge said the woman could be kissed. She quickly averted her gaze to avoid seeing that scene.

When she decided to leave, she was greeted with rousing applause and congratulations. For what purpose? She didn't want to be a part of their unity.

"What are your plans?"

She pretended to have a headache in front of her mother. "I have a bad headache, My, and I need to go home." she never allowed it to respond. She walked straight out the door.

What happens next? She wanted to have fun because Azael was no longer bothering her. It also came to an end, but why didn't she seem happy? Why is a piece of her heart hurting? In what way is she distressed? she couldn't understand and had to leave to get some fresh air.

Her tears suddenly flowed for no apparent reason. What exactly is it?! Why is she hesitant to consider marriage? Isn't this what she desires? Why is it so painful? Or perhaps she simply misses the previous closeness she had with Azael, which she knew would never be restored? Or is it because she doesn't want the caterpillar that resembles an octopus to be with her brother? she doesn't care what the reason is. She quickly backed away from the car and looked for a place to breathe.

AMARA was about to enter her parked car in the parking lot when she heard Azael's voice.

"May we speak?"

To face it, she raised an eyebrow. Odd. It approached her for the first time. She was in Legrand's Empire because she went to see her father, and the man was talking to her. She had no idea if her memory had returned or if it would ever return. She didn't give a fuck.

"Why?"

"Let's get along, Dad said. What became of us?"

She climbed into her car. That's a silly question. It followed her out of the parking lot to ask her that question. Really?

"I didn't like you before. And please, don't talk to me. Get lost!" she exclaimed as she closed the door and walked away without saying anything. She could clearly see him surprise at what she had done in the rearview mirror. She sighed and took her driving seriously.

Amara looked at Celestine, stunned. She had been staring at it before because she didn't want to take her gaze away from it. The woman's health had returned, though not in the same way. Some of her scars have also faded as a result of the beauty products her mother used on her.

They are the same age, but it appears that they are seventeen. Because of the beatings it received, the body developed slowly, and eating once a day was nearly impossible when it was still in the province. When they celebrated her 18th birthday, she almost burst out laughing.

"How come, Ma'am Amara?"

She winced as it called her name and said, "Ma'am." It's far too formal and reserved.

"Nothing," she smiled, but a question was forming in her mind.

As she looks at the girl, she notices that she resembles their mother. Is this something that could happen? The eyes are the most obvious resemblance. It was round, with thick lashes like a Barbie.

"Are you expecting, hija? I noticed you were staring at Celestine always," her mother teased as she approached her on the lanai. That day, she went to the mansion.

She simply laughed. It desperately wants grandchildren, but nothing ever happens to them or Theon. They married, but only on paper and in the eyes of the public.

"I was just wondering. My, you remind me of Celestine. It's strange, isn't it?"

Celestine, who had turned around and was carrying a new bouquet of flowers, caught her mother's eye. It is fond of plants.

"Of course I do," she say. But, as I previously stated, out of the world's 8 billion people, there is a good chance that people will look alike even if they are not blood relatives.

That's enough for now. She just shrugged it off and ignored it. What she notices and considers is something she knew was impossible.

But when she saw the face of the woman she didn't want to see, her face turned sour. She gave her mother a plastic hug and kiss on the cheek. Look at it, angel angel, ah. Only the wings and horns are absent.

It smiled and waved when it saw her, as if they were close. She just stood there staring at it. She has no intention of having plastic surgery. She sat artfully in front of her, and her mother abruptly left, leaving them both.

"I wouldn't have gone if I hadn't known I'd be able to see your face here. It's revolting."

"I lost my appetite first," she said, raising an eyebrow at her. You appear to be a walking closet. "It stinks.

When Azael arrived with their mother, it stood up angrily. She still has long hair and wears tough clothes. She doesn't think her brother hairstyle is fashionable. They exchanged stares, but she couldn't see or read anything in its eyes. He was like a stranger it didn't recognize.

"Where has Theon gone, honey?" Their mother asked.

"Out of town, My," she simply replied.

In front of them, she shrugged and apologized once more. It was taken to the kitchen. She stated that she would prepare lunch and that they would eat there with their father.

To avoid looking out of place when Azael sat next to Penelope, she pretended to pick up her cellphone. She could see the woman tenderly lean on his shoulder and caress his cheek from her peripheral vision. Just a PDA? Azael embraced her and kissed her on the cheek.

She didn't realize she was only holding the cellphone. She had just gotten back into the swing of things when she saw she dialed Theon number and it rang.

She quickly disconnected the phone call. Her husband cannot be disturbed because he is in Cebu for a meeting. She simply launched a gaming app and began playing.

"I'm hoping we can have twins."

When she heard what Azael said, she flinched for a split second. Twins? Regardless of her presence, she looked at them. Her gaze was drawn to the woman's stomach, and she stared at it. Is it expecting? They are, indeed, married. She's going to have a nephew, and to think that's a sudden onset of heart disease is fantastic. She seemed to be out of breath and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"I'm hoping so, baby. I adore you."

She averted her gaze and returned her attention to the screen of her phone. In pain, how does she feel? Why is it that she can't understand herself? What is the source of her current discomfort? she tightened her grip on the cellphone and decided to stand up. Rather than watching them leave, she went to the kitchen and offered to help.

"What brings you here, hija? Don't you want to talk with them?"

She rolled her eyes and sat in that chair. It was prepared by hand, with housemates assisting the cooks for the family lunch.

"I don't like her. You already know that," she said, bored.

As she stood up and assisted her mother with the preparation, the lady simply shrugged and faced the cooking. She thought she was slicing the face of that bitch woman as she sliced the vegetable.

She was taken aback when she saw Celestine, who had just arrived and was carrying flowers. Then there's the nagging suspicion that the woman is a Legrand or that she's going insane again. She just shrugged it off and resumed slicing the vegetables.

"Mom." Azael came in from the outside and didn't bother looking up to him. She simply cut the carrots.

"Yes, son?"

Azael doesn't seem to remember her. Oh, she must be lovely as well! Not only that, but there is. Worse, why can't she be angry with him anymore? She'll skin his wife it alive, she's sure. Just try to bother her, and she'll really peel it. Bitch!

"My wife Penny requested yogurt; do we have any?

'My wife Pennywise desires delectable yogurt.' She imitates his voice in her head.

She narrowed her eyes as Azael spoke. What does he think of their home? Do they sell yogurt? Are they manufactured? The owner of a yogurt pest factory.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain, releasing the knife she was holding.

She could see the severe bleeding on her finger. She didn't realize her own finger had been cut. Seriously? she was supposed to hide her hand behind her back, but Azael appeared in front of her and took her hand. His face was solemn, and she couldn't see the concern he used to see here whenever she was doomed.

When Azael pulled her to the faucet and rubbed her sore finger, she didn't care that she obeyed. She just stared and didn't say anything as their mother almost screamed at what she saw.

OA is also their mother at times. She directed her older brother to accompany her to the living room and clean her wound. She acted as if she had no intention of obeying. She was carrying a medicine kit when she returned.

She only awoke when she took her hand and poured alcohol on it. She quickly withdrew her hand and gave it a stern look. It stings! Why add alcohol when he can wrap it?

"Hey, little sis, is it still hurting?"

Is it concerning? she appears angry and ready to hurt because her concern is touching. Argh!

"Perhaps if I put that alcohol in your eyes, you'll realize how painful and painful it is!" she retorted angrily.

“Sorry. Big brother will be gentle, I promise."

She couldn't respond when he took her hand again and gently treated it before bandaging it. She just stood there staring at what it was doing, unsure of how or what to do. What is going on with her? God!

AMARA noticed Celestine's presence. It was standing beside her, silently looking ahead. She will accompany her to her mother's Beauty and Spa Clinic that day. She included it on purpose, and there was no problem with the girl because she seems to do everything she says.

Her class ended today, so she had the opportunity to pay a visit to her mother. She wants to talk about an article she read on a website and invite it to test Celestine. Well, it was just her suggestion, and the final decision rested with her mother.

"Is it okay if you include me?" she asked kindly, looking at it.

"No problem," she said with a sparing smile. It's fine with me."

She gave a nod. There are many cases where human faces are similar, according to the article she read. Others appear to be twins, but DNA testing reveals that they are not. She does not insist on their relationship to the woman. Throughout the week, however, she reflected on the similarities between Celestine and her mother.

Celestine was the misplaced child when the three of them went shopping together. She didn't want to focus on that, but as a curious person with many questions in life, she wanted to give it a shot. Nothing will be lost if she does so.

Shit! When she noticed a traffic jam in the middle of the road, she quickly applied the brakes. Fortunately, she immediately turned the steering wheel to the right, or they would not have been involved in the vehicle collision. That was a close call! The force of her heartbeat. Why are there reckless drivers on the road who just drive and drive while sympathizing?

"Celestine, are you all right?" When she looked at it, she was surprised to see that it was dazed, and when she turned to face her, she lost consciousness.

The woman's reaction perplexed her. What occurred?! Is it suffering from a heart condition, and is it forbidden to be surprised or startled? Whatever! she quickly reversed the car and drove the woman to a nearby hospital. She has no intention of killing it, shit!

Looking at it, the Doctor expressed surprise at what had occurred. It appears that she has a phobia and severe trauma, so this is her reaction, but it is normal. She even considered what! she was nervous, but she also felt sorry for her. She imagines the kind of life that has existed in the province.

She also discovered that her blood type was Type AB+, just like her mother's. She's becoming more Type B as she gets older. What does it all mean? Not so ... No, it's not possible, but it's also not impossible.

The girl was dozing off while an IV was attached to her hand. She mustered the courage to remove five strands of hair and place them in a clean container. She'll conduct a brief investigation and not inform their mother. She will conduct the test in secret.

She must also obtain a strand of her mother's hair and be able to test without her permission. Even though she is aware of the outcome, why does she feel differently?

She was able to obtain hair from her mother. She had her hair cut in the ladies' room. She placed it in another container and tested their recovered hair the next day. She also informed her mother that she would be unable to continue the visit due to an unexpected walk. She also failed to mention that they almost ran and that the woman was in the hospital, which would quickly pinch her. Celestine is fine so far, and she has returned to the Legrand mansion.