Chapter 147

Author's POV The aroma of hot chocolate wafted through the air, awakening Moira from her daydream. Last night she didn't answer Mirielle's call, nor did she reply to her message. She couldn't bear to hear that her beloved daughter was sick, but she thought that many people would take care of her and make her feel better. "You seem to be thinking about something," said Dillan, sitting next to Moira, tossing a cup at her, and sipping his hot chocolate. "Is there a problem at home?" Moira shook her head and smiled slightly. "Just the news I hear every day." "Don't you want to visit her?" "No. Not yet," replied Moira, reaching for the cup and holding it with both hands. "Am I selfish and cruel?" Dillan was silent, looking at Moira and thinking for a moment, searching for the right answer that didn't sound too defensive or corner her. He knew Moira didn't need that right now. "I understand your reasons. But it's okay to relax and loosen your principles a little," he said, offering advice. "