The Resetting Lady

"Then isn't it better?"

Zion asked back because he didn't understand, but Isela shook her head.

"No! There must be a deeper scheme! He never solves his bad stories, always says good things and accepts them unilaterally? It's mostly a much deeper and deeper person than you can see."

Karen thoroughly picked out a list that Isella would like and matched it.

That was the problem.

He relied on his memory to do exactly what Isela liked, but he only bought doubts by matching it too much. Karen was not angry at what Isela did and tried to please her by matching each and everything.

Karen, however, overlooked that Isela's life is a little different from ordinary people and that relationships between men and women are different.

Karen's approach was also questionable because Isela had seen so many people waiting for the bean to fall around her life. Karen's smile was different from the men she liked.

She even deliberately left Karen with her luggage or tried to embarrass her. When I'm on a date with Xion, I'll call him or let him go back first. Or bragging about the accessories Karen wouldn't have.

All that moment Karen endured and passed was a doubt for Isela.

"Everything I do is laugh and move on. Is that normal?"

***

"…even if you do well….”

Karen stiffened her face when she heard Raymond.

"Isn't that enough now?"

"Thank you anyway, Lord Raymond."

Karen took a pen and said to Raymond, pondering. Raymond sat on Karen's desk and talked to Karen.

Raymond stole a water suit and sneaked in, but that was also something he could come and go when there was less attention. Raymond, who had to go out again soon, wanted Karen to focus on him.

"No, I'd rather be told that it's time than gratitude."

If you're going to kiss me. But Karen removed Raymond's arm with a troubled face.

"A man doesn't get involved in what a woman does."

“…….”

"I'm kidding, but I need to think about it more."

"You don't have to think about it."

"I think accepting Isella can be a step forward to the world. It's not just between us."

"I'm good enough to be in a world of my own."

But Karen patted Raymond's mouth with her finger and gave him a pin to be quiet, and then began to write the letter.

"Who are you writing to?”

"Daddy."

"To Lord Haier?"

Karen nodded her head.

"Yes. You'll be surprised to know how hard I've been working these days. Sir Raymond, Nancy ran away, but I'm doing my best to treat each and every one of you. I want to find a better way, a better way. And I think it's worth a year or so."

Raymond sighed. It didn't work that well. It was a tough road to be friends with Icela Evans, and they weren't the right people in the first place. But Karen still seemed unwilling to give up.

Karen wrote the letter to the end, picked up the paper, tapped it, dried the ink, and said to Raymond,

"I'm going to confess to Icela Evans again.”

"…I hope it's not what I think."

Raymond looked down at Karen and answered curtly. What are you talking about? But Karen denied Raymond's words.

"That's what you think. But no matter what Lord Raymond says, he won't listen.”

"No, Karen. I disagree. How could you leave me like that....”

Raymond's face turned white. What's Karen talking about right now? Confession? To Isella? Karen? No matter how much you want to be friends, what kind of bad jokes are you making?

"You two can't live together forever. There are too few of them.”

"Never."

In Raymond's mind, the plan quickly ran through where to move Karen. It would be better to stay alone for the time being. Karen voiced her displeasure with Raymond's firm answer.

"When did I act with your permission?”

"No way."

"Even if she doesn't believe me, I'll try!"

"Why do you lie?”

"What? What are you talking about? I'm trying to tell you the whole truth."

"…truth, Karen. You….”

"I know it sounds crazy."

“…….”

Karen's attitude hasn't changed.

"Lord Raymond, are you crying?"

“…….”

The voice sounds pathetic. How?

"No, do you hate telling Isella you're going back?"

"…yeah?"

"I know you won't believe me anyway. But... okay. I won't do it if you don't like it that much. Whew…."

It was after a long time that I cleared up the misunderstanding.

Raymond's face turned red and apologized to Karen one after another, but Karen's eyes did not sink for a long time.

***

The relationship between people is extremely difficult.

Nothing went as I thought.

But Karen wanted to be more sincere. This is because I wanted to feel what it was like to live a real life by taking responsibility for myself. The closer a relationship like Icela was, the more important it was.

"I need to talk to you for a minute, Isela."

Karen knocked on Isela's door, which came in late at night. Isela in her pajamas opened the door and looked at Karen's face with a face full of tiredness.

"Why don't you tell me something important in the morning?"

"It's an important story."

"…what is it?"

"Can't we go in and talk?"

Isela did not move standing by the door to see if she was unwilling, but she opened the door because there was no justification to continue to stop it.

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I'd like it to be as short as possible.”

"Yes."

Karen went into Isela's room.

“…….”

It was messy. I can't help it.

Isela had never cleaned herself, so she lived in a messy pile. But just two days ago, Karen dressed me up and cleaned me up.

In just two days, the space where clothes, receipts, and magazines were piled up in a mess was simply terrible. Even on the bed, there were magazines. Standing there because there was nowhere to sit, Isela roughly pushed the magazine on the bed and advised Karen to sit down.

"Go, thank you."

We're in the same room, but it's so different. When Karen worked at her house, Isela was disgusted with the dust rolling around, and when she had to clean up, she seemed willing to become messy.

I was amazed at how neat and colorful he was when he went out to sleep in a room like this.

When Karen sat on the bed lightly, Isela, leaning on the desk, asked her.

"What's the story?"

Karen confessed to Isela, calming her pounding heart.

"Icella, actually, I'm much older than I look."

"…that's kind of a shock."

"In fact, I've been dead more than a hundred times and lived again."

I want to tell you. I want someone to understand my situation. I want to tell you my story. The desire exploded beyond endurance. It was a desire to speak. It was not enough to know Raymond, who was in the same situation. He wanted to confess to others who didn't know him.

I've died more than a hundred times. You and I weren't on good terms at all. I'm going to die again soon. Do you know why? It's because I'm not pregnant. There are many reasons to die, but I can never get out of this situation. I'll live like this forever.

I want to be friends with you.

I've never succeeded before.

Isela's face changed into various colors.

They looked pitiful, terrified, and hardened white.

Karen emphasized her tragedy and wrapped it beautifully, except that she tried to kill Isela. Isela may start by sympathizing with herself. Human relations may be right to start there. The mutual mercy of each other

Karen's story continued for a long time, and finally Isela answered.

"…all right, all right."

"Do you believe it?"

Isela nodded her head.

Karen opened her eyes round. That can't be true.

Even Raymond could not immediately trust himself. My father didn't believe it until the end. All I could believe was Dulan, who planned the whole thing. But does Isela just believe? Why? Karen came prepared to be slapped, but she felt weak. Why do you believe?

Isela, who was hesitating, grabbed Karen's shoulder in confusion.

And slowly said to Karen.

"Yeah, so... Um... Karen, let's go to the hospital together when it's light tomorrow."

Isela's eyes resembled Raymond in the past.

Past

"…you think I'm crazy.”

Isela avoided the eye.

"…alcoholism is no shame. It's a secret, but my father has been treated for alcoholism in the past."

"I'm not an alcoholic."

Drug addiction, actually.

I thought so, too. Karen sighed weakly. In order to become close to him after a long time, he even revealed his secret, and the response was like this. Perhaps this is the reaction of normal people. Isela spoke seriously.

"Don't be too shy. The hospitals supported by the Evans family are truly top-notch. Abbey is also in our mountain."

"…so I'm not crazy….”

Karen raised her hand to cover her eyes. It's late at night. What'd he do? It was a confession of sympathy, but it was a bit bitter to be dismissed as crazy at once. At first, it was all the more so because I mistook Isella for believing.

"But it's not a bad thing, is it? Let's go to the hospital and check it out."

Raymond had already finished cross-examination before.

Karen wondered if she needed to go, but she nodded because her face was serious. Whatever it says, it wouldn't be bad to go again.

"…yes, Miss Isela's favor… I'd be happy to take it.”

***

Icela Evans was a little horrified by Karen Haier's delusion being too specific. Karen's face was close to madness as she muttered and became more and more heated. Her breathless words in the middle were enough to bore the listeners.

'…I'm still young, but I'm sorry to hear that….’

However, that much sympathy was bought. Although I wanted to keep her away. Isela was shocked to hear what the doctor said.

"…it can't be."

"I'm sure. Can I tell you myself, Miss Isela?"

The old haggard doctor said to Isela as if it were not important. Doctors are always so sullen. However, the listener has no choice but to be shocked. What he said is impossible.

"Oh, no... no. Don't tell me yet."

Isela clenched her fist thinking of Karen waiting outside. The reason why Isela took Karen was to undergo various tests.

'You'll feel better if you admit you're crazy.’

It was a judgment filled with sympathy and fear for the person living in the next room. When Karen thought she was out of her mind, the little frustration turned into fear and came to Isela. But because it was true that Karen was nice to her, Isela brought her to the hospital.

Of Karen's nonsense, Isela was particularly uncomfortable with the fact that she was overly concerned about pregnancy. It is a country where religion dominates society as a whole. It was not the sound of a woman close to a girl, only seventeen.

"Are you sure?”

"Yes, I'm sure."

***

Karen Haier is pregnant.