Summary
“Even if it’s my child, I can still not love them.” Hilia Halos, a woman infamous for her unparalleled coldness and ruthless selfishness, lived by this creed. After five years, her contract marriage to Caligo was terminated, the divorce papers signed, and their child, a mere ‘byproduct’ of their arrangement, left behind without a second thought. She was certain she’d feel nothing but indifference, a clean break from a life she never truly embraced. Caligo, believing she merely sought the baronial estate she coveted, ceded it and vanished. But Hilia’s carefully constructed world of apathy shattered four years later. A small, dirt-streaked figure appeared on her doorstep, a child she’d abandoned, uttering words that pierced through her icy resolve: ‘Mother, you don’t hab to lub Riche. Riche gonna only come sometime. Riche will lub you more…’ Tears streamed down the child’s face as he ran towards her, arms outstretched. Hilia recoiled, the familiar mantra echoing in her mind: she couldn’t be a good parent, she couldn’t love anyone. ‘My baby,’ she whispered, turning away, ‘there are things in the world you just can’t love.’ Yet, as she walked away, she couldn’t shake the unwavering gaze fixed upon her back. Can a heart so frozen ever truly thaw? Discover the beginning of Hilia’s journey in Chapter 1.