Zosia: Quick Transmigration System-Chapter 38 - 36- Arc 2

Once it struck Midnight on the clock, Zosia Opened her eyes. Her eyes held different emotions that one couldn't understand.

Turning her head to gaze at the equipments pinned into her body in different parts, she moved her hand wearily and a bottle containing a clear transparent liquid materialized.

Using every bit if her strenght, she opened the cock covering the bottle. Pouring the contents of the bottle into her mouth, she felt the refreshing feeling that came with it.

The poison that had been ravaging disappeared, like it had never been in her body before.

Her body slowly repaired itself.

Trying to sit up, she suddenly heard the clock on the door and pretended to be asleep.

Since she couldn't open her eyes to see who it was, her other senses helped her detect the gender and who the person might be.

Perceiving the feminine smell that filled the room upon her entrance, she quickly recognized it with the help of the original owner's memory. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

It was her mother.

In the original owner's memory, though her mother loved her, she was too strict. She didn't even have playtime, all her time was spent on being better than her peers, but that changed later on.

Her mother's sister came back to the city and after meeting up and taking various pieces of advice from her sister, she started allowing her to slack off, to which the Original Mirabel appreciated. She even became close to her mother's sister daughter, whom everyone refers to as her best-friend.

But to Zosia, there were many things that seem wrong. It felt like her mother's sister was of no good and this can be seen in her daughter's character who liked behaving like a white lotus.

Her mother's voice suddenly drifted into her ears. " I am a bad mother. I couldn't even be there for you, when you needed me." She said with a sob.

"The doctor said I can't cry, but I promise you. I would no longer chase after your father and will take care of you.

I promise to no longer be strict or neglect you. Please.... Don't leave me.

I can't loose another one." She continued sobbing despite trying hard to stop the unending flow of tears from her eyes.

"Please be alive for mummy. Even if not for me, for all we had shared so far."

Holding her daughter's hand which had no infusion needle, she massaged it and continued. "Who am I kidding? .... Did we even have any memorable memories together." She laughed with mockery in her tone. Her eyes reflecting the irony of the situation.

"Neither of your siblings came to see you. They still believe I killed their mother, and still hate us." She paused and continued, "But what about me? I never hated them and even tried to treat them as my own despite their mother killing two of my babies..... Two of them....

Yet...." The hand holding Zosia's clenched revealing her hatred and anger.

Zosia didn't mind and allowed her to continue talking. She would be able to get clues for her tasks.

"This isn't something I should be saying. I just..... Hate myself. If I had stood my ground, then none of this would have happened." She sighed. Composing herself back she stood up.

"First let's get your room upgraded."

Hearing the click clack of her heels, as the sound went further away, Zosia guessed that she must have just come back from the trip she went to.

Opening her eyes, she gazed in the direction her mother had left for a while. She opened the task panel to what she had to do.

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『T𝑎𝑠𝑘』

֎ 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑇𝑎𝑠𝑘: 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑠𝑒

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡: 1 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ

֍ 𝑆𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑠𝑘 (1): 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝐿𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝑂𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙)

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡: 1 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ

֎ 𝑆𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑠𝑘 (2): 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙'𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒r (𝑂𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙)

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡: 14 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠

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"As always, the side task comes first." She muttered under her breath.

Even though she was feeling rejuvenated, mentally she wasn't.

While fighting with the will of the body she had to relieve the memories she wished not to even remember.

Memories that she had buried in the recess of her mind.

During that period, she even saw some memories she wasn't aware of. She wondered if that was her past life. Her eyes flashed at the thought, but she quickly suppressed it.

Unwilling to dwell in it further, she closed her eyes and drifted into slumber.

She would think about where to start from tomorrow.

Drifting into deep sleep, she was unaware of when she was being moved into the VIP room her mother had booked.

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In the Quinn's Villa.....

"What was even wrong with that woman, why would she expect us to go see her daughter?" Crystal's voice laced with mockery and disgust was heard making the older boy who sat at the other side of the dining table frown.

"Tsk.... What does she take us for? Did she forget she is a mistress and will always be one." She remarked losing appetite for the food that lay before her despite it being her favorite food.

"It's okay. At least neither her nor her annoying daughter are around. For once we can eat in peace without having to see their disgusting faces and forced smiles." His icy voice echoed in the room, making the servants who stood by the side lower their head more, unwilling to be the drum that would be vented upon.

"I pray they stay there forever." Crystal's voice held hatred. As for why she hates them so much, only the siblings could tell.

Suddenly Crystal had a terrible idea which would not only help send the vixen away but would also make their father give them more attention.

"Hey... How about we do this?"

She said, turning to her older brother.

"What?" Mark looked at the cunning glint in his sister's eyes and wondered what she was planning again.

She stood up from her chair, pushing it back in an unladylike manner. Walking up to her brother, she whispered in his ear, ignoring the servants who stood by the side.

Mark listened intently to Crystal as she whispered her plan, his expression shifting from mild interest to a smirk of approval.

He nodded slowly, a sense of mischief dancing in his eyes as he considered the implications of her suggestion.

"That's diabolical, Crystal," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But it just might work. I never knew you were quite smart."

"Of course I am." She replied with a proud expression.

"I would handle the evidence etc. You just need to whine to dad." He added.

"Okay. That's good."

As for what the plan was, that was only between the two of them, with the servants as witnesses.