Chapter 663: If You Want To Cry, Just Cry

The Incubus System Chapter 653. If You Want To Cry, Just Cry

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps alerted me, followed by a girl's voice. "Brother, who is it?" queried Celia. Her footsteps, in tandem with Foxy's, approached me from behind.

I turned to face the approaching pair, my sight drawn to the vision of Celia as she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

At her side, Foxy followed. Her gaze immediately fell upon Red and the others who were snuggled up near me.

"Morning, Celia," I greeted, my words carrying a note of gentleness and reassurance. Though I wanted to answer her question and tell her all that I knew, I decided that it would be best to give her the letter first.

Instead of Celia, it was Foxy who answered me with unrelatable things. "Hey, that's cheating!" she complained to my other pets, her voice filled with a petulant pout.

*Puff*

In a flash, she transformed her form into a little fox. With quick, nimble movements, she approached me, taking Shadow's spot without hesitation. "I also want to be with Master," she whined, her voice a soft and pleading murmur. She rubbed her head against me, her fur soft and silky beneath my hand.

"Here we go again," Shadow said, rolling his eyes to the side. Since Foxy took over his place, he decided to climb up and make my shoulder his new bed.

Upon that sight, Celia giggled before she walked over, and sat down on the other sofa.

"So, who came earlier?" Celia asked, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

I gazed back at her, feeling a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. I knew what was coming, and I wasn't sure how to break the news to her. But I had to try.

With a flick of my wrist, I used my Telekinesis. The letter on the table flew towards Celia.

Celia stared at the letter floating in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion. "What's this?" she asked, turning to me.

"That's from the police," I replied, my voice filled with a sense of sadness and regret. "They've caught mom."

Upon my answer, Celia's expression crumbled. She reached out and took the letter. Her eyes scanned its contents with a growing sense of urgency and concern. Her expression grew serious, the sleepiness that had once been present in her eyes now completely vanished, replaced by a steely determination and a fierce resolve.

After a while, she lowered the letter. But she didn't say a word.

"The officer said she wanted to talk to us this afternoon," I continued, my hand moving to comfort Foxy, lying in my lap. "Are you going with me?"

But Celia simply shook her head. "No..." she said, her voice filled with sorrow and regret, swaying with emotion.

"Why? Don't you want to see her? You know, saying hello and seeing how things are now?" I asked her. I understood why, since a part of me also didn't want to see her, but I didn't want to run either. It was I who reported this to the bank, so I had to face it to the end.

As Celia turned her gaze toward me, the vivid emotions in her eyes were impossible to ignore. A storm of sadness and anger threatened to spill over at any moment.

"She left us," Celia began, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "She didn't care about us and was taking what should have been ours. Why should I care about her?" Her words were sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

I, too, shared her feelings. The thought of our mother abandoning us and stealing what was rightfully ours filled me with a deep sense of hurt and anger. "I also feel the same but---" She interrupted me before I finished my words.

"I'm not interested," she muttered, her voice sad and dejected. "For whatever reason, I have no interest in seeing her again," she added, her voice growing louder and more resolute. Her eyes shifted back to the letter in her hand.

Despite this being an important thing for us, I did not want to force her. I understood that the situation was difficult and emotional for both of us. "Okay," I said, trying to calm her down. "I will go alone. If you want to hang out with your friends, just remember what I said yesterday and bring Foxy with you," I added, trying to lighten the mood.

But she didn't answer me.

I glanced over at her. Her eyes were fixed on the letter from the police, and I could tell that she was struggling to process all the emotions that were surging through her.

"Celia?" I called out to her, trying to get her attention.

She finally looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and confusion. "I understand," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm not in the mood to cook breakfast. I think I'm going to spend some time in my room."

"It's fine," I replied with a comforting smile. "Let me make breakfast. You deserve a break, and I don't mind cooking for us."

Celia quietly shuffled away from my presence. I couldn't help but feel the weight of her heartbreak. Her limp steps were like echoes in the empty space.

As much as I wished that I could erase her pain, I knew that words alone could not fix what was broken. So, I did the next best thing. I used my Teleportation skill. My pets, who were resting in my lap, were momentarily disturbed by my sudden disappearance, but I paid no attention to them as I reappeared behind Celia.

I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She stopped in her tracks, taken aback by my sudden appearance, but I held her tightly, unwilling to let her go.

"If you want to cry, just cry," I whispered softly in her ear. I hated to see her cry, but even more, I hated to see her holding back her emotions.

As if on cue, her sobs began to escape her lips, and I felt the warmth of her tears as they fell onto my hands. Her body was wracked with convulsions as she cried, and I held her even tighter, offering her what little comfort I could.