Reborn After Betrayal: The Frail True Princess Decides to Give Up

Chapter 219 : The Deepest Wish of the Heart

"Get lost! You fraud, don't think you can deceive my son away!!"Monica pointed at the young woman's nose and cursed loudly. "If you don't leave, I'll get the village guard to throw you in jail!!"

"Yurian, are you just going to watch your mother scold me like this?"

The woman had Monica's spittle sprayed on her face and was so angry her expression twisted. She turned to Yurian:

"I'm putting it out there—today, you must choose between me and your mother!"

The ancient dilemma: If your mother and wife both fell into water, who would you save first?

Yurian froze in place, caught in a difficult position:

"This... Jemya... must I really make such a choice?"

"Of course!" Jemya was furious. "Your mother scolded me like that—do you still want to play peacekeeper?"

Yurian's expression became extremely conflicted.

"You shut up!"

Monica panicked and actually raised her hand, giving Jemya a hard slap that turned her face to the side.

Hearing that crisp slapping sound, the three observers in the distance all froze.

Celitia thought to herself that this granny really had quite a temper—no wonder she dared point at Ariel's nose and scold her.

If the three of them hadn't intervened, Monica probably would have actually rushed to hit Ariel at the time.

Jemya, having been slapped by Monica, covered her face and didn't come to her senses for quite a while.

A bright red handprint appeared on her face, the wound stinging painfully. Jemya could hardly believe it and screamed:

"You stinking old hag, how dare you hit me? Do you think I won't hit back??"

Jemya lost all composure and pounced like a madwoman, about to grab Monica's hair.

Yurian panicked and quickly blocked Jemya's path, holding her tightly.

"Stop fighting! Don't fight!!"

Jemya pushed at Yurian, pointing at Monica's nose and screaming: "Either she leaves or I leave!"

Using who knows how much effort, Yurian forcibly restrained the furious Jemya.

"I'm sorry, Jemya."

Yurian spoke guiltily, finally making his decision. "My mother raised me for so many years—I really can't abandon her..."

Jemya's struggling stopped. She looked at Yurian, hardly believing it.

After a moment, she also made her decision, gritting her teeth: "Fine, since you've said that, then I'll leave right now!"

Without hesitation, she abandoned Yurian, turned and walked away, disappearing around the house corner.

Yurian stood dumbly in place, watching the direction she disappeared, and after a long while, bitterly squeezed out a sentence:

"I'm sorry, Jemya... I can't be so selfish..."

Gripping Monica's wrinkled hand, Yurian said to her:

"Let's go back, Mother. I'll never be so foolish again, abandoning everything in my hometown for a woman."

Monica wept with joy and hugged him tightly: "Good child, I knew you were a good child..."

Celitia and the other two stood not far away, having watched the entire scene.

"This is the process Monica described of how Yurian was originally deceived away by a woman." Celitia summarized. "However, unlike reality, this time Yurian didn't go with that woman but stayed by Monica's side."

Benita nodded: "Indeed, this dream reflects the deepest wishes of your heart."

Wishes buried deepest in one's heart that you might not even be aware of, that you wouldn't want others to know.

Thinking of their respective experiences in the dreams, both Benita and Ariel's expressions became very complex.

Ariel gritted her teeth: "Really toying with people's hearts—"

"For Granny Monica," Celitia said softly, "this should be the most wonderful dream."

Her expression also gradually became complex. "Unfortunately, dreams are just dreams—they can never become reality."

The three looked at each other, falling into silence.

Celitia was the first to break the silence: "In any case, let's try to see if we can persuade her."

Walking to the front of the village house, Celitia gently knocked on the door.

The door wasn't tightly closed and swung open with her knock.

Monica and Yurian were sitting at a dining table by the window. Hearing the sound, they both turned to look at her.

"Jemya, you came back?"

Yurian obviously mistook her identity, nervously rubbing his palms, full of hope.

"Did you change your mind? If you're willing to stay, that would be wonderful!"

He excitedly stood up and rushed over, wanting to embrace Celitia.

Celitia nimbly dodged to the side, letting him miss completely.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not Jemya."

Celitia answered calmly, having no interest in dealing with Yurian.

Ariel grabbed Yurian by the collar, feeling her fists itch: "You behave yourself!"

She had no good feelings toward this person whatsoever.

Even if Yurian had repented in the dream, it didn't stop Ariel from wanting to beat him up.

With Ariel restraining Yurian, Celitia walked around him toward Monica.

Before Celitia could speak, Monica had already stood up in extreme agitation:

"I told you to get lost! How dare you be so shameless as to come here again?"

"Quiet!"

Seeing Monica scolding Celitia indiscriminately again, Ariel couldn't tolerate it at all.

She angrily shouted at Monica: "I said you got it wrong! Shut up and listen properly!"

Ariel's aura was fully unleashed, her gaze blazing with overwhelming pressure as she glared at Monica.

Monica's body swayed and she fell back into her chair.

The entire room immediately fell quiet, with only the sound of several people's breathing clearly audible.

Celitia slowly spoke:

"Everything you see is just a dream. You should be very clear about what reality is like, Granny Monica."

Her voice carried a slight sigh.

"Indulging in dreams will only lead to emptiness and become food for dream demons. So please wake up soon."

Hearing Celitia say this, Monica immediately became anxious:

"This isn't a dream! My son is staying properly by my side—this is reality! Leave, please leave quickly. Don't disturb us! I'm begging you, okay?"

By the end, Monica's voice carried blood-weeping pleas.

She pushed at Celitia and Ariel, trying to push them out the door.

Yurian stood dumbly to the side, his eyes empty and vacant, motionless like a soulless carved puppet.

Celitia sighed deeply.

"Ariel, help me hold her down. I'll guide the dream energy in her body and forcibly wake her up."

Ariel was about to follow her instructions when she suddenly realized:

"No!"