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I don't know what I'm doing right now. Adrift in the uncertainty of my life, I didn't want to live my life continuously in the shadow of being my grandfather's tool to rise to power, being Sebastian's doll.

My status as Ace's mother didn't strengthen me. It only oppressed me the same way it had five years ago. The difference now was that Sebastian used his soft and romantic tricks to trap me. I don't know why he bothered to pretend like that. I'm sure I wouldn't be fragile if he treated me like he did five years ago.

I walked out of the hospital. Beside me was Sebastian, who hadn't let go of my waist. He hugged me so possessively. Earlier, we had to argue about him urging me to use a wheelchair when I didn't want to. It's not my legs that hurt. Only my head was injured, but it's fully healed. I won that argument by looking at him flatly for a few seconds. Sebastian couldn't argue with me. Instead, he was like this. His one hand had never moved from my waist since we walked out of the