Sylvia's POV:
When we returned to our living quarters, I didn't get a wink of sleep. Rufus however, soon drifted into dreamland. His face was lined with exhaustion. Too many incidents had taken place in the past few days, and he probably hadn't got a chance to rest properly.
I kissed his forehead lovingly and muttered his name, but he didn't stir.
He changed his position, but continued sleeping.
It looked like he was in a deep sleep.
I carefully unwrapped his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of bed to sit in the living room.
Dawn had already arrived. In three or four hours, Leonard would be buried.
I touched the pendant on my neck, while Noreen's words kept running on a loop in my mind.
I was doomed to be ominous. All my loved ones were destined to leave me. I was the reason for Rufus' curse on his back, and it was incurable.
As I considered this, I couldn't draw in a full breath. I slumped back heavily into the sofa, a sense of powerlessness overwhelming me.
What should I do? Who could help me?
I buried my face in my hands and shut my eyes. Tears streamed down my face again. My father had passed away. I couldn't accept that Rufus would also die one day because of me. If one of us had to die, I would happily sacrifice myself for him.
"Sylvia, don't listen to Noreen's nonsense. There must be another way out of this. You are still pregnant. You need to be more positive. I think Noreen has done all these things just to break you down, so she could finally control you. Rufus ' curse doesn't seem incurable," Yana comforted me.
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