Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

“That will only happen temporarily. Your grandmother is not that wicked, even though it may seem like it now.

“As a mother, she just wants the best for her child. Someday, you will understand that feeling. Because that’s what I feel for you, for Ignazio, Francisca, and Meizar right now. I know you are the best for Gladwin, and vice versa. There is no greater happiness and comfort than living with someone who loves us and whom we love.”

“I am confident that even though your grandmother opposes your relationship now, eventually, she will soften. You must believe that God is the ultimate changer of hearts. God Almighty is in control of His creatures. Doctors may give any prognosis, but it is God who determines our fate.

“If God wishes for something else, then what He wills shall happen.” Claire embraced her daughter again, who was once more immersed in tears. Unbeknownst to Flavia, her father observed her silently.

Claire looked at her husband, seeing the man who had been with her for ten years wiping the corners of his eyes. She knew her husband was saddened by their daughter’s condition, but he tried not to show his emotions. He didn’t want Flavia to feel pitied.

This was the fate that their daughter had to accept and live with. Antony wanted his daughter to become stronger despite all her challenges. Although he yearned to embrace his neglected daughter, he gave that opportunity to his wife.

Antony chose to step away silently. ‘Oh God, grant happiness to my daughter. Quickly remove the storm that hits her. She’s just a fragile figure in need of love. Grant her offspring. Give her the best of everything. Don’t let her linger in her sadness.’ That was a fragment of the prayer Antony uttered for his eldest daughter.

Flavia laid down her spoon. Everyone seemed to have finished their meal. She arranged the plates and cleaned them up, taking the remaining food to smaller containers before placing them in the refrigerator to be reheated later. Afterward, she silently washed the dishes.

Meanwhile, Ignazio poured juice from the packaging into glasses. When he exited the kitchen, Francisca accidentally bumped into him, causing his juice to spill onto the floor, and some of the liquid spread near Flavia’s feet. Unaware of this, Flavia unintentionally stepped on it, causing her to slip, fall, and her head hit the floor unexpectedly.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The sound of the impact made Ignazio, who was grabbing a mop, turn around. Ignazio knew that the head was the most sensitive part of his sister’s body. Even their father often forbade Ignazio from teasing Flavia by throwing a ball at her head, even if it was just a light plastic ball. Their father said that Flavia had once suffered a head injury, so she had to be extremely careful, avoiding any impact. And now, his sister lay before him in a worrying condition.

Ignazio screamed in shock and ran towards Flavia. His sister groaned, her face now pale as if all the blood had drained from it.

“Papa…” Ignazio yelled, trying to call his father.

However, there was no response from their father while Flavia now curled on the floor. Her body curled up like a fetus, and her hands now clutched her head so tightly that her fingers appeared to whiten.

“Papa!” Ignazio shouted even louder. “Papa! Help! Papa!”

Fortunately, this time his cries were heard. Antony appeared running in a panic. His gaze shifted from the motionless Francisca with empty eyes to Ignazio, who was half-kneeling in front of Flavia, still curled up and groaning while holding her head.

Antony instantly dropped to his knees and silently gestured for Ignazio to step back. He turned Flavia’s body to lie on her back.

“Darling, it’s Papa,” he said, trying to release his daughter’s grip on her hair. “Ignazio, find Tobby and ask Tobby to prepare the car,” he said with the remaining calmness.

Flavia still groaned. Her head felt extremely painful, as if there were thousands of nails piercing it. She pulled her hair very tightly, as if the hair were the nails she wanted to pull out of her head. Her eyes lost focus, everything started to blur, and it became dark.

“Darling, it’s Papa,” her father’s voice faintly heard, but Flavia couldn’t respond to his call.

‘Papa, help me.’ However, the words got stuck in her throat.

“Honey, let go of your hand, dear,” her father pleaded, and Flavia felt her father’s hand holding her finger, trying to bend them and move them away from her head.

“Honey, what happened to Flavia?” Claire approached in panic.

Again, Flavia wanted to speak, but when she tried to open her eyes, the pain struck again. She tried to reach for her head, but this time her father’s grip was stronger.

“Honey, blood!” The scream made Flavia’s ears ring, and her head throbbed even more. ‘Oh God, why is it like this? What’s happening to me? My chest feels tight. Allow me to breathe. Papa, help me. It hurts.’

But those were just cries of pain that were held back in her throat.

“Sweety, don’t be like this.” Flavia felt her father’s hand grip getting stronger as the pain in her head intensified. She tried to open her eyes, but once again, the pain struck her. And then everything was just dark and silent.

At the Abigail parents home.

Gladwin glared at his mother in frustration. Why didn’t anyone want to give him an explanation? And why did Abigail choose to disappear?

Gladwin was frustrated by the curiosity. He knew Abigail wouldn’t say anything even if he forced her. In the end, Gladwin only had one option – to talk to his twin sister, Claire.

With lingering irritation in his chest, Gladwin finally left his mother’s residence. He got into his car and drove towards Claire’s house. On the way, he saw Abigail’s back, seemingly choosing to walk to Claire’s residence.

Gladwin successfully parked the car, coinciding with Tobby emerging from another car and hurriedly entering the house. Something seemed strange here because the man looked panicked.

Gladwin entered the house and was greeted with a loud scream from his twin sister. “Darling, blood!” In an instant, Gladwin ran towards the source of the sound. Who was bleeding? He asked in panic, and in the kitchen, he saw Claire bent towards the pantry.