Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 487
Chapter 487
Chapter 487
“No, Larissa,” Sapphira said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Ever since you accepted me as your mother, I’ve made my peace with it. The truth is, I was always the one who was hung up on not having children, not your father. He never felt like I owed him anything. He said that if I wanted to have a child, he would love our child because he loves me.”
“Your father believes that if the sole purpose of life is to procreate, you might as well have a child with anyone. He thinks a life like that is meaningless, that you’re just a puppet serving the continuation of the human race.”
Larissa actually shared that sentiment.
You come into this world with nothing, and you leave with nothing. The idea of carrying on a bloodline was fleeting. When you’re gone, you’re gone.
But everyone had their own path. Some people valued lineage more than love, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was a matter of personal choice.
Sapphira offered a faint, wistful smile. “I suppose I’m getting sentimental in my old age, getting lost in memories. Anyway, you should go get ready. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you for breakfast.”
“Okay.”
After her mother left, Larissa sat quietly on the edge of the bed, stroking Sage’s head as the snake nudged against her.
“Even though she says she’s happy now that she has me, I know that deep down, she still wishes she could have experienced carrying a child of her own,” Larissa murmured. She had seen the flicker of regret in her mother’s eyes.
Sage, not understanding its owner’s complex emotions, simply tilted its head. To its kind, mating and procreation were natural instincts, devoid of sentiment. The strong survived and passed on their
genes.
Larissa knew Sapphira hadn’t gone through menopause yet, so theoretically, if her body was healthy, she could still conceive. The main concern had always been the risks associated with a high–risk pregnancy at her age. But perhaps, with her medical skills, she could ensure the safety of both mother and child.
Even so, she would need to discuss it with her father first.
After getting ready, Larissa chose a warm, brown–toned ensemble from the clothes her mother had picked out: a light brown knit top with a dark brown checkered skirt, a silk scarf tied neatly at her neck. It was a look that was both sophisticated and gentle. She applied some light makeup, tucked Sage and Snowy into her bag, and went downstairs.
After breakfast, Larissa said casually, “Dad, I think there was something wrong with my car yesterday. I’m going to have the butler get it checked out today. Could you give me a ride to work?”
“Of course,” Neville agreed.
Sapphira watched her with a thoughtful expression but said nothing, deciding she was probably just
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te the warage, once they were the car. Nextle glanced over at Larissa
arissa, is there something you want to talk to me about?”
Lanese tiled “en that devious Dad
Tulevile chuckled Tve been with your mother for nearly thirty years. I can tell when something’s on her mind, even when she’s smiling Ifgured something must have happened when she brought you
your clothes this morning”
Larissa didet hide anything recounting her conversation with Sapphira in full.
“I see.” Nevile sad his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “You know, I’m not as perfect as your mother thakes the out to be the sees me through rese–colored glasses.”
Larissa was surprised “What do you mean? Were you just pretending not to want children?”
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