Chapter 122

Aurora Partially paralyzed by shock, my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as I stared at the strange lady as if she had developed two heads. Were my ears deceiving me? If she was Ivy, it meant she was dead. Ivy was long dead as a result of drowning into the river during the war. “You are…” I tried to say, but my shaky voice failed me, making me gasp for breath. For the next few minutes, the wind grew violent, causing goosebumps to blanket my body, and fear filled my heart. I had been talking to a ghost all these while. “And your son?” I asked in a whisper. My voice was so low, I thought she wouldn't be able to hear me. She shot me a pitiful look before her eyes trail to her son. Her eyes conveyed a plethora of emotions–sadness, anger, pain… I recognized that look. It let out a burst of fresh memories in my head. I would never forget the day Damon threw me out of the castle despite being innocent. Courtesy, Rosa. She swallowed the bile in her throat before nodding slowly. “Yes. De