People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 171

I silently prayed in my heart that Ronowe and Beris wouldn’t start arguing next. I lacked the energy to cut off even the slightest possibility with nagging.

Consciousness had returned, pulling me awake, and though I had enough strength to move my body somewhat, I had no energy left to spare. Carlisle had brought me water and juice, and my body was slowly regaining function—but while my expression remained its usual cool and indifferent mask, inside I felt as disoriented as a puppet tied with ropes, jostled endlessly in every direction.

Honestly, the whole situation was absurd, but right now, the most important thing was to steady my mind. Had I known the aftermath would be this severe, I should never have thrown that stone at the Primordial Gate. When I first opened my eyes, even with dizziness, I’d thought things were improving—but now my condition kept swinging between better and worse, leaving me utterly baffled.

“Can’t you see Her Highness the Crown Princess is unwell right now?”

Meanwhile, Ronowe glanced at me once, then turned back to Beris. Since it wasn’t a formal setting, I’d expected her usual lack of manners—starting with calling him an idiot and firing off a barrage of scolding—but surprisingly, she was far less fierce than usual and even somewhat gentle in her reproach.

If you understood the meaning of the word “reproach,” you’d question whether “gentle” could ever precede it—but anyone familiar with how the Fleur Siblings normally fought would recognize just how unusually mild Ronowe was being.

“How could you just fling open the door like that?”

Yet, her gentle scolding sounded oddly unlike her—and somehow even more unsettling. Was it just my imagination? Staring at Ronowe’s broad smile, I felt an inexplicable chill. The air seemed slightly colder.

“Well, of course I was in the wrong! But…!”

Beris immediately admitted his fault upon seeing me half-raised, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

‘?’

But something about Beris felt slightly off compared to his usual self. I tilted my head curiously, watching as he quickly adopted a serious expression.

“This isn’t the time for this—you know that, sister.”

When Beris saw Ronowe’s expression harden slightly—confused as if she didn’t understand what he meant—he clenched his fist tightly.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know anything!”

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