Zosia: Quick Transmigration System-Chapter 55 - 53- Arc 2

As promised, she went to visit Lysel the next day. Arriving at his ward, she heard indistinct chatters.

Leaning against the door, she was able to hear the voices more clearly.

"Why did they help you? What did they want?" A husky voice was heard.

"I don’t know. They didn’t tell me." Lysel answered.

"You better stay away from them. They wouldn’t be nice people."

"Dad, is that why you came to see me. To tell me about this and that." His voice was filled with fury, if he could stand up, he would.

"Dad, look at me. This is what bullying has turned my state into. If they hadn’t seen me, maybe by tomorrow, you would hear on the news of a dead body found dumped in a dumpster."

"You can’t even help me? You can’t even stand up for me — Your own son, yet all you know how to do is dictate my life."

Lysel’s father sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Lysel, I’m just trying to protect you. You don’t understand the world out there. It’s not a safe place."

Lysel’s eyes flashed with anger. "You don’t understand me either! You never have! You only care about your own interests, not mine!"

"You have only cared about researching this and that. Now we live a depraved life despite your salary. I can’t even boast of a good school bag. All you do, is tender to my wounds when I get back or leave me to it when you are in the lab.

You have never fought for me, Not once!" He growled at the end.

The room fell silent, the tension between them palpable. Lysel’s father’s face hardened, his eyes cold and unyielding.

"You’re ungrateful, Lysel. I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you repay me?"

Lysel’s laughter was bitter. "Everything? You call tending to my wounds ’everything’? You call ignoring me and letting those bullies torture me ’everything’?"

His father’s face turned red with rage. "How dare you! I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted!"

Lysel’s voice rose, his words pouring out like a torrent. "You’ve given me nothing but pain and suffering! You’ve made me feel worthless and alone! And now, you’re trying to dictate my life again, telling me to stay away from the only people who’ve ever shown me kindness? As for what I ever wanted. Do I have a gaming laptop, I don’t even have a laptop in the first place. I don’t even have a good book or a new table."

The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their argument. Lysel’s father’s face twisted in a snarl, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You’ll do as I say, Lysel. You’ll stay away from them, or you’ll face the consequences!"

Lysel’s laughter was cold and mirthless. "Consequences? You mean like being disowned? Like being abandoned again? Mom already abandoned me, yours would make much difference. I’m already facing those consequences, Dad. And I’ll take my chances with the people who actually care about me. It might be because of your attitude, mom left. She must have been tired, just like I am."

The silence that followed was oppressive, the air thick with unspoken words. Lysel’s father’s face was a mask of rage and hurt, his eyes flashing with a warning.

But Lysel just lay there, his eyes never leaving his father’s face, his expression defiant and unyielding.

Zosia who was standing outside, suddenly noticed that her actions must have brought prying eyes due to the stares she received.

"Cough!"

Coughing to hide her embarrassment, she did like she was arranging her hair in place. Squeezing the door handle she entered, despite the tension in the room.

She pushed open the door and entered the room, her presence drawing the attention of both Lysel and his father. Lysel’s eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of anger and desperation in their depths.

"You," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Zosia was not sure if they had introduced themselves that day, so the "You" was probably acceptable.

His father turned to face her, a scowl on his face. "What are you doing here?" he growled.

Zosia stood tall, her eyes never leaving Lysel’s. "I came to see Lysel," she said, her voice firm.

Lysel’s father snorted. "You’re just like them, aren’t you? Thinking you can waltz in here and save the day."

Zosia’s eyes narrowed. "I’m not like anyone," she said, her voice cold. "And if I may ask, who are the them?"

"That’s none of your business, Miss smarty pants." He snapped at her.

Lysel’s father sneered. "You don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Zosia’s eyes never left his. "Indeed, but at least I have a goal and I am willing to venture into it," she said, her voice steady. "And I’m not afraid of you or your threats."

Lysel’s father took a step back, his eyes flashing with anger. He was tired, his son was so ungrateful and the smarty pants before him didn’t even know that lives were hanging on the line. As for Zosia, she walked towards the sofa, crossing her legs like a mini madam.

Finally, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Zosia and Lysel alone.

Lysel’s eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of gratitude and desperation in their depths. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He had thought hard about it yesterday. He had decided to give having friends a try. If he was betrayed again, then he would willingly accept the consequences. There was this part of his heart that yearned for it. But he was still distrustful against them.

Zosia smiled, her eyes softening. "Anytime, Lysel," she said, her voice gentle. "We’re in this together, remember?"

Lysel nodded, a small smile on his face. And Zosia knew that she had made the right decision. She was going to help Lysel, no matter what it took. He was Keira Son. When she found out about it, she was as shocked as hell.

If that Dawn Organization had found him, then they will be acting to take him away soon. They always do this under the pretext of one thing or the other, so no one would suspect that the people they took was still alive.

She pondered on what she and Lysel’s own will be. Inwardly she hoped that Ariana would not be affected. As for Keira, she didn’t give a fuck.

She sighed inwardly, her gaze meeting Lysel’s.

Standing up, she sat down beside him, Lysel’s eyes locked onto hers, a question in their depths. "Mirabel" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why am I always weak despite how bad I train. It always seemed futile."

Zosia’s eyes never left his. "Because you are doing it all wrong, Lysel," she said, her voice honest.

"Huh?" Lysel turned to look at her with confusion written over his face.

"You trained, indeed, but the mindset. The mindset is very crucial."

"Always think of every battle as a place where you can die if not careful but since this is bullying, you can tone the mindset down a little.

The training method that would fit you, is the one where your whole bones may be reworked and reforged."

"What do you mean, Mirabel? How is that done?"

"Just trust me on that. You need to get well. First we would have to speed up your healing process."

She brought out a small bottle filled with clear liquid. Stretching her arm that held the bottle to Lysel, who was looking at her in confusion.

’This looks like the bottle my dad used in containing that virus.’

"What is this?" He asked with caution.

"Just drink it. It’s a healing potion, like the one in games."

"Really? So I can drink it?" Mirabel nodded, a small smile on her face, encouraging him to do it. And Zosia knew that she had to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.

’Well she already uncovered half of it, the rest would be easier to deal with, or so she hoped.

Lysel’s eyes widened in surprise, but he hesitated for a moment before taking the bottle from Zosia’s hand. He examined it carefully, then looked up at her with a questioning gaze.

"Are you sure this is safe?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Zosia nodded reassuringly. "I’m positive, Lysel. Trust me, it will help you heal faster."

Lysel took a deep breath, then uncorked the bottle and drank the contents in one swift motion. He was expecting a bitter taste, but it was so sweet. He couldn’t help but smack his lips against each other and gulp down his saliva. Zosia just smiled and patted his hand.

"You’ll be feeling better in no time," she said, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. She wanted to know how far or how good, her spring water could treat.

Lysel looked at her doubtfully, but as the minutes ticked by, he began to feel a strange sensation coursing through his body. His wounds started to itch and tingle, and he could feel his strength returning.

"Wow," he breathed, his eyes wide with amazement. "This really works!"

Zosia grinned, her eyes shining with pride. "I told you it would," she said, her voice filled with warmth. Zosia could tell that her emotions were slowly changing.

’Is it a sign that I would be going out of this world soon?’ she thought. Her eyes flickered and the task panel appeared before her eyes. The time limit had been restored, except for the days she has already used.

’So Lysel was blackening.’

Looking at Lysel, she thought to herself. ’ Why not teach him and Ariana how to cultivate. She would use the spring water to reform their bodies.’ but at the same time, she was hesitant.

What if they end up capturing them due to that. It wouldn’t be easy.

As they sat there, Lysel’s eyes locked onto hers, a question in their depths. "Mirabel," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why exactly are you good to me?"

"There are so many reasons involved but just know that the only thing I want from you is your safety."

Lysel didn’t understand. ’Was he in another danger? What exactly was going on?’

Zosia’s expression turned serious, her eyes clouding over with concern. "Lysel, why does your father treat you like that? How does he treat you in general." she said, her voice nonchalant, despite her eyes revealing the opposite. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me."

Lysel’s eyes narrowed, his face set in a hesitant expression, should he tell her?

"What would you use it to do if I told you?" he demanded, his voice firm.

"So that I can make better training regime plans."

Lysel’s face turned rigid at her statement. ’Was she intent on helping me? Should I tell her?’ he asked himself inwardly. He was still feeling distrustful.

Zosia looked at the unhidden distrust in his eyes, "You don’t have to tell me. Maybe, when you are ready, you will tell me."

Lysel nodded his head, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For not pressing for answers."

"Lysel, I will be here anytime you need a listening ear." She said, patting him on the head.

"I will need to change the doctor’s report and call a nurse for you."

"Okay. But how will you do that?"

"Don’t worry about that." She smiled and stood up.

Reaching the door handle, she turned to stare at him. "Be okay, Alright. Don’t feel down and don’t let negative thoughts to cloud your mind. This is your first training." After saying this, she bent the door handle and pushed the door open to leave. She wanted to reconnect back the cameras, but since she has yet to clarify his record, it would not be possible for now.

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{Author}

I injured my hand, this chapter was a draft I made, so chapter update may be slow.

Pardon me.