Miss Pendleton (Update to C.222 END) - Chapter 186

Every time I see my uncle, I want to die. Out of guilt. How dare I feel this way about my uncle’s wife? Yet I pretend to be the good nephew…

“Well, when you think of your uncle, those are feelings you absolutely shouldn’t have. So…”

But Henry was overwhelmed by his emotions, unable to listen to anyone.

Interrupting Laura, he began to plead.

“Aunt, what am I supposed to do? Every night, you appear in my dreams. I read and reread the letters you sent me, filling my sketchbook with drawings of you. How can I stop? How can I escape this sin?”

How would I know?

Laura sighed. Henry was like a sinner clinging to God, begging for salvation. He sought answers from Laura as if she were Christ or the Virgin Mary.

“Henry, calm down first. If you keep crying, we won’t be able to sort this out.”

Henry nodded, forcing himself to swallow his sobs. His shoulders trembled intermittently.

Laura looked at him with a sad expression. Henry’s feelings were a shocking sin, but in their impossibility, they were a pitiful unrequited love.

In his crying, she kept seeing her husband. A man utterly vulnerable before the problem of love. Perhaps Henry had inherited Ian’s romantic side.

“Henry, go home for now. We both need time to process this. You need to rein in your emotions. I’ll collect myself and think of ways to help you. We’re family, and I still feel responsible for you. Let’s work through this together.”

At Laura’s gentle voice, Henry quickly regained his composure. He wiped his face, still sniffling.

His bloodshot, shadowed face somehow looked more innocent than usual. But unlike a certain woman in Paris with sadistic tendencies, Laura felt only pity for Henry’s state.

As Henry calmed, Laura finally noticed the throbbing pulse at her temples. She realized she had a headache.

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