The Male Lead’s Fake Sister - Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Violetta dreamed of reuniting with her lover after resolving their misunderstanding, but she was already on her deathbed.

Ravia was all too familiar with that feeling of despair.

For there were things in the world that were irreversible.

Ravia’s plan was simply to kick Tidwell out of the family. She and Tidwell were both aware that if things continued in this manner, they would be forever entangled in a relationship that others deemed inappropriate.

So she tried to help him in exacting his revenge and leaving Leontine without losing anything. That way, they could start their relationship from scratch.

But as Rette said, Ravia must turn her back on Tidwell ‘completely.’ Tidwell must suffer the shock of being abandoned.

In addition to removing Tidwell from the family, she also had to part ways with him.

The result would be clear if Ravia abandoned Tidwell. She couldn’t have imagined wanting him the way she did, at best, she had to maintain their relationship just so she won’t be killed.

If, by chance, Tidwell’s love still persists even if they were bound by the word ‘family.’ His emotions will dry out, and they will never return to their current relationship.

However, the fear of her impending fate made it difficult to continue their current relationship.

The awakening of winter power had already been decided.

The path was clear because the summer prophecy about winter power was already written. The outcome will not change.

‘All that’s left is the process.’

Ravia smiled bitterly, as if finding the cruel fact amusing.

There was never a single time when fate was on her side.

How she wished to make her peaceful and happy dream from a few days ago come true.

How she wished that her dream wasn’t just merely an overnight illusion.

But right from the start, it was something that could never be achieved.

Was that why she felt like a snowman left out in the hot summer sun?

Was her inner turmoil under her outward calm an omen of her cruel future?

Ravia was aware of the source of her anxiety.

She recalled that Tidwell had never expressed his feelings verbally, so Ravia could only guess his heart through his expressions and behavior.

His eager gaze to win her over, as well as his favorite gesture of burying his face in her hand.

Those gestures were so honest that anyone who knew him could tell how much he desired her, and no words were needed to ascertain his feelings.

That was enough to alleviate Ravia’s loneliness, which even her closest companion, Odette, couldn’t relieve.

Who would have imagined that a young man, who used to kneel before her and smile like any other young man his age at her single stroke, would dig through the crack in her heart?

Ravia didn’t realize it at first, but he had already dug too deeply into her before she realized what was going on.

Because the wary man, Tidwell, had shown her kindness and affection, and insinuating the emotions into Ravia like clothes soaked in a light drizzle.

The loneliness she had forgotten crept back to her.

For the first time, she was terrified of the dark shadow that awaited her.

Ravia stood at a crossroad. There were two options.

Allowing her admirer to love her to his heart’s content, then ending their relationship with her death.

Severing this relationship coldly and ending it before his feelings change.

Of course, breaking up was a far better option than dying, but why did she struggle with her choice?

Watching Ravia smile dejectedly without saying anything, Rette carefully read her mood.

“….Do you have a way?”

“I think there’s a way to save my life.”

She was more troubled by the fact that she had no other way.

Ravia got up in a daze. She thanked Rette briefly, gave Crow an order and left the hair salon.

She didn’t know what to think anymore inside the moving carriage. It was quite fascinating that she didn’t even cry in this situation.

Perhaps she had no more tears to shed.

When the Cheshire Phenomenon happened, she cried as her memories flooded her, but Ravia knew well that wasn’t the only reason.

As usual….she couldn’t get to the bottom of it. Maybe she didn’t cry because she was upset that fate had forced her to make a decision.

No, maybe it was because she still had a choice to make.

Ravia repeated to herself,

‘My situation isn’t that bad. Do not crumble in the face of difficulties.’

It was one of Odette’s teachings. Odette also taught Ravia how to deal with despair.

‘Look, Ravia. Waves can hit us at any time. But whether we sink or swim is entirely up to us.’

Odette stated this, and later brought up stories about the infamous tragedies. In her classes, she always used classical plays as examples.

-Ravia, do you know what Othello, Macbeth, Hamlet, and King Lear all had in common?

Ravia pondered as she examined the four books used as examples. Those books were familiar to Ravia.

Not because she enjoyed reading tragedies, but because Odette’s class frequently used the four tragic characters as examples.

As a result, Ravia responded without much thought.

-Aren’t they all about a tragic story that ends with the main character’s death?

-That is correct, but not entirely correct. Why didn’t I include ‘Romeo and Juliet’ if all they had in common was a tragic story that ended in the main character’s death?

After that, Odette began to recite one of Juliet’s lines theatrically. It was a vocalization that felt out of place, but Odette always appeared like she was in the spotlight whenever she recited her lines.

Unfortunately, she coughed before she finished her lines.

Odette covered her cough with a handkerchief, cleared her throat in embarrassment, and continued.

-Ahem, ahem. Anyway, try to think a little deeper. Consider the lesson in each story.

-The lesson?

-Okay, perhaps, rather than the lesson, it is better to think about what caused them to face such a tragedy.

Ravia recited the tragic story quietly in response to Odette’s words.

-Othello faced tragedy because he was blinded by jealousy, and Macbeth grew too arrogant as the story progressed. Hamlet’s indecision caused him to miss his chance….

-What about King Lear?

-He was ignorant. He couldn’t even tell the difference between truth and lies.

By that time, Ravia knew what Odette was talking about.

-….Was the tragedy caused by the character’s flaw?

-Right. The more tragedies we witness on stage, the easier it was to overlook that fact.

Odette explained.

A series of hardships may lead to tragedy, but a single hardship does not push a person off a cliff.

-If we don’t blind ourselves, we will not fall off a cliff even if we were lost in the middle of the night. Ravia. Don’t forget to breathe even if the waves hit you. The waves will eventually recede, and the night will eventually meet the dawn. Even when obstacles knock us down, we don’t have to act like we’re hanging from a cliff.

Odette earnestly urged her disciple, and Ravia did not forget her teaching.

However, not falling into despair in times of difficulties doesn’t mean that you can see a way out.

Ravia wanted to ask Odette this if she was alive.

What should I do if the salt water won’t release me no matter how hard I try to breathe? What should I do if the sun never rises and the night lasts forever?

Should I move forward knowing that only a cliff awaits me at the end of this road?

But the dead remained silent, and Ravia returned to the mansion without finding an answer.

Ravia trudged toward the mansion, letting her mind wander like a breeze through the grassy field.

She went upstairs and walked along the corridor.

When she opened the door, she saw a man get up quickly in surprise.

She saw how his shirt was shaking because he was wearing an open-back vest.

She thought it would be nice to hug him. It was a crazy idea.