Edith’s POV
“I can walk; I really can walk straight,” Mr. William said, tears running down his cheeks.
Mrs. William was right by his side, her tears blurring her vision.
“Daughter, what is your name?” Mrs. William asked as she looked at me.
“Edith, ma’am,” I answered, ignoring the part where she called me her daughter, because if we were to be accurate, she was more of a daughter to me. Well, great-great-granddaughter.
“You truly are a miracle, Edith,” she said, then moved in front of me and hugged me tightly.
I tensed but then hugged her back.
“As I said, mother, I am a healer,” I answered, then pulled back.
What surprised me was how she didn’t freak out when I told her I was a healer who dealt in mystical arts.
Most humans in their right minds would fear or run out to tell everyone about what had happened. Yet here she was, acting very calm, just like her husband.
“I truly can’t thank you enough,” she cried and tried to go down to her knees when I quickly stopped her.
“No, you don’t have to do that,” I said loudly.
“How can I thank you enough? You not only helped me, but my husband too, who has been suffering with his leg for years,” she said and then wiped away her tears, which continued to fall.
“You living a healthy life free from worry is all I ask in return. Moreover, your daughter Molly is a very good friend of ours, so I take her as family,” I answered seriously, then looked at Paul, who smiled.
Harley stood next to Molly, who looked like she was about to cry at any minute.
“Mother, if it’s not too much to ask, can I eat something before I go? I am really starving,” I lied.
“Of course, you stay put. Your father and I will make you something nice real quick,” she answered and then walked to Mr. William and grabbed his hand.
“Let’s go and prepare something, dear,” she said and then left with him.
When I shifted to face Molly, I felt sad because she was crying yet again.
“I am so grateful to you, Edith; I don’t even know how to thank you,” she said in a low tone.
“As I said, you don’t have to do anything in return,” I answered.
“When you want to join our pack and live a happy life with your mate, always know that the doors will be open. So you just focus on yourself and live free,” I said seriously.
“I will, I promise,” she answered.
Paul moved to her side, wiping off her tears and pulling her into his arms.
He really was caring when it came to his mate. He reminded me of my very own mate, who was so sweet and nice to me.
“You know what would make her feel better?” Harley asked.
“What?” I replied.
“How about you put a curse on that son of a bitch?” she asked.
“Yeah, that’s actually a very good idea,” I answered in excitement.
“You guys can’t be serious,” Paul said as I smiled.
“Of course not, we were only joking,” I answered, then moved my hand to my mouth, chanted a few words, and blew on my palm.
I wasn’t going to badly curse him, but I was going to strip him of everything he had.
The little spell was first going to make him lazy, arrogant, and pompous at work.
It was going to make him never listen to anyone, and he was always going to think he was right.
He was going to look down on anyone who was above him and openly disrespect them, as well as harass them.
Not only that, he was going to spend all his wealth on liquor and gambling. Lastly, it was going to affect his sex life because he was never going to sleep with anyone in his life or get aroused in any way.
So yes, he was going to feel the pain he had caused her ten times as much.
It wasn’t a bad or very powerful curse because he would still live and get to see his daughter grow up in another man’s home and his wife in another man’s arms.
“Edith, did you just mumble something?” Paul asked seriously.
“Yeah, I was saying how fun it is to be here,” I lied.
“Did you curse that son of a bitch?” he asked through our mind-link.
I smirked, knowing how he wanted me to do it by the look on his face.
Harley and Molly weren’t marked yet, so they couldn’t hear our conversation through our mind-link, and that seemed to be a relief to him.
“I thought you didn’t want me to do it,” I answered.
“That’s because I don’t want Molly to see this side of me that takes pleasure in hurting those who hurt the people I care for,” he replied.
“Well, Paul, I did put a little play curse on him. No one hurts one of us and gets away with it,” I said proudly.
“Good,” he replied and then swept Molly off her feet.
“Paul, what are you doing? My parents are just in the kitchen!” she exclaimed.
“Did you look at yourself in the mirror, mate?” he asked.
“No, why are you asking?” she asked back.
“Not that I don’t love how you look, because I really do. But you kind of look like you’ve been on the streets for a week,” he said in a playful tone, then laughed when she glared at him.
“You know he is telling the truth,” Harley backed him up.
“Yep, he is,” I said as well.
“Majority wins, so off we go to the bedroom,” he said, then turned and began to walk back to where her bedroom was.
“I will wait for you while you take a bath, so take your time,” he said softly, making me smile.
“He sure is good to her,” Harley said, getting my attention.
“Yes, he really is. He kind of reminds me of Harvey. But then again, Jace and Sky are also kind gentlemen,” I answered, then looked at the door.
“I don’t know much about Glen, but he does seem to be good to you,” I said deliberately.
Glen had stepped out to pick up a phone call right when I began to heal Mrs. Williams, and he wasn’t back yet.
“He wasn’t nice to me when I worked for him,” she answered coldly.
“I know, but don’t you think he had it hard as well?” I asked seriously.
“That didn’t give him the right to make me go through hell,” she answered.
“In order to fully heal, one has to accept and forgive. If not for his sake, then it should be for your own,” I said seriously.
She sighed heavily and then moved to sit down when the door opened and Glen came in.
“I’m sorry about that; it was Sophie,” he said and then went to join Harley on the sofa after she sat down.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked her with concern.
“Yes,” she answered and then smiled at him.
I could tell how hard it was for her, but then again, she was doing great because she was willing to tolerate his presence.