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Chapter 54: Unwavering Trust And A Mother’s Instinct

Chapter 54: Unwavering Trust And A Mother’s Instinct

Yelena stood there, arms folded, a perfectly calm expression painted across her face like she was watching someone do a mildly risky circus act and not her own daughter inching closer to death.

But inside?...Inside she was screaming.

In all honesty, even if her face looked like stone, her insides were boiling like a kettle forgotten on the stove.

It wasn’t just irritation, it was that specific kind of frustration you only felt when your beloved child, who inherited both your blood and your insanity, was doing something absolutely reckless again.

And the worst part?...Mika, the one person who was supposed to ground her daughter, the one person she trusted more than anyone, was just standing there in front of her like this was a casual Tuesday.

This wasn’t anything new.

Ever since Charlotte was a little girl, she’d always gone overboard with everything related to Mika. It was like the moment she figured out she loved him, she made it her mission to prove that love to the point of self-endangerment.

There was that one time, when she was nine, where she jumped straight into a frozen lake just because Mika had once mentioned that the ice at the bottom of the lake would look pretty, and she swore she’d bring him the "purest piece of ice" from the very bottom.

Yelena nearly fainted when she got the call from the security team.

And then there was the infamous incident during training, where Charlotte used herself as bait during a mission simulation, where she lured out a B-Class King Wasp just so Mika she could impress Mika and show off.

She came back bruised head to toe, smiling like she’d just won a medal of honor and god knows that if Mika didn’t quickly save her at that time, she didn’t even know if her daughter would still be here now.

Yelena had grounded her for three months for that stunt, made her train with dumbbells strapped to her ankles, but it hadn’t changed a damn thing.

She always did these things...Always.

All in the name of showing Mika just how much she loved, trusted, and believed in him. And as her mother, Yelena had tried everything to stop it.

Logic, scolding, even locking her away for a while.

Nothing worked. Nothing would work...Because Charlotte didn’t listen to her. No, the only person she truly listened to, whose words carried weight in her wild little heart, was Mika.

That’s why Yelena had told him to go and save her daughter. Not because she didn’t want to, hell, if it were any other man, she would’ve already torn the world apart to save Charlotte with her own hands.

But Mika?..Mika was different.

With Mika, she didn’t need to worry. Letting Charlotte be with him was like locking her away in a vault made of dragonhide and starsteel, nothing could hurt her there.

Mika wouldn’t let a single gust of wind push a hair out of place on Charlotte’s head.

Even if god came down from the heavens and told her that Mika would harm her daughter, Yelena would laugh in his face, flip him off, and go about her day...That’s how much she trusted him and thought that he would save her now and scold her for what she did, hoping that she would calm herself down a bit after that.

But that trust was now being tested, he was testing her.

Standing there with that infuriatingly smug face he always wore when he thought he had everything figured out. That same expression he’d had since he was a child. It always drove her insane.

Because while she was supposed to be his guardian, supposed to be the one who gave the orders, Mika had never once followed the natural order of things.

He walked his own path...And now?

Now he was standing still, arms crossed, completely unbothered, while her daughter was slowly descending toward what very much looked like certain death.

She could feel the tension crawling up her spine. That calm exterior of hers? It was cracking, bit by bit...And finally, the irritation slipped through her lips.

"Are you seriously not going to do anything?" She snapped, voice tight but low, trying to maintain her composure. "At this rate, we’ll have to arrange a funeral by tomorrow."

And Mika?..He didn’t even blink.

With a straight face, he replied casually. "I already have my black clothes ready."

Yelena’s lips twitched.

"But..." He added, with a maddening calmness. "I won’t be the one wearing them."

She blinked. "What?"

"Because you’ll catch her Yelena and the only one who’ll have a funeral is her ass after the spanking you give her."

Yelena almost growled. That was not the point.

But Mika just stood there, serene and absolutely infuriating, while Charlotte continued to fall. Her daughter.

Her idiotic, lovable, stubborn daughter, whose only crime was loving this boy too much. And now he, this smug little upstart she raised, was daring to test her patience?

Yelena’s fingers twitched at her side. Her teeth clenched behind that calm smile.

He was still challenging her. Still holding that confident little smirk like he knew everything would be okay, like he wasn’t about to give her a heart attack.

And worst of all? She knew he would catch her. She knew she could trust him.

But damn it, that smugness was infuriating.

Yelena didn’t want to lose to him. She couldn’t lose to him. Because even though she knew he would catch her, because that much had never once been in doubt...she was still Charlotte’s mother.

And as a mother, there was an instinct that screamed through her bones.

It didn’t matter if she knew Charlotte would be fine in the end. It didn’t matter that Mika was there, standing calm as a lake, acting like the world was just peachy.

That primal thing inside of her couldn’t shut up.

It was exactly like someone watching their kid skydive with full gear, with all the safety checks in place, and still sweating bullets thinking the parachute might just not open...And now?

Now the fall had reached skyscraper height.

Every cell in Yelena’s body was screaming.

"She’s going to fall, Charlotte is going to fall, Mika!"

She burst out, storming toward him. Her hands seized his shoulders and shook them violently. "Do something! She’s going to die!"

But Mika?...Mika just blinked.

He blinked, and with the same unfazed calm that made her want to strangle him, he looked her square in the eyes and said.

"Then do something yourself, Yelena, she’s your daughter."

That tone, cold, clinical, and cutting, froze her mid-shake.

"I personally am not going to do anything, since I don’t like losing these kinds of games..."

He continued saying, voice devoid of emotion, like he was reading off a shopping list.

"...Even if it means letting her fall to her death."

Her heart stopped. A shiver darted down her spine so sharp it felt like a knife.

The expression on his face, there wasn’t a hint of playfulness. Not even sarcasm. Just that same collected calm that made her doubt for a split second, just one horrible second, if he was actually going to let her fall.

But she knew him. She knew him.

She trusted him with everything. Trusted him more than anyone in the world.

And yet...still, the motherly instinct roared louder than reason.

The battle between those two parts of her, the logic and the love, the trust and the terror, collided inside her until something snapped.

She didn’t decide to move. Instead her body moved for her, breaking free from her grip on Mika as her eyes locked on Charlotte, now just meters away from certain death.

She couldn’t wait anymore.

She couldn’t risk it.

The sword rose. Her body lunged. Her heart screamed.

But just as she made her move, just as the tip of her sword twitched, Mika’s voice rang out casually, almost like a kid calling out "tag" on the playground.

"Haha, I win. Sorry." He said with that maddening smile. "You made your move...That means I win, Yelena."

[The earth denies you; so take flight once more]

And just as he uttered those words—

CRASH!

Charlotte slammed into the roof of a car.

Yelena’s heart stopped.

Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she watched her daughter’s body disappear into the vehicle like a ragdoll.

Her breath caught. Time seemed to stop. She didn’t move, didn’t blink, thinking that her daughter was the new wallpaper on that car.

But then she blinked.

And when she did, she realized the car wasn’t a car anymore. Neither was the road.

The entire area had transformed.

The metal flattened, the asphalt stretched, and suddenly the entire street was a vast, rubbery landscape, like a massive trampoline had bloomed into existence beneath Charlotte, almost as if the world lost it’s three-dimensional structure and turned into a two dimensional plane that had caught Charlotte.

She hadn’t crashed.

She had sunk, like into a stretchy void, pulled all the way in, before—

BOING!

The street that had turned into strange trampoline snapped back, and Charlotte launched into the air like a human cannonball.

Whoosh!

Yelena stood frozen as her daughter soared, through the clouds, cutting through the sky like a shooting star on rewind, and then, somehow, impossibly, perfectly—

Thump!

Charlotte curved back down and landed gently, right back on top of the sword, where Mika stood waiting, hands raised.

He caught her in a princess carry like she weighed nothing. Like he’d planned this entire spectacle down to the last bounce.

...And Yelena?

Yelena stood there, mouth hanging, heart somewhere near her ankles, trying to convince herself that her daughter had actually survived and this wasn’t just her ghost that had come floating up after she turned into a paint spill down below...