Chapter 235: The Professors Sorrow (2)
Chapter 235: The Professor's Sorrow (2)
Ever since Charlotte, prepared to end everything once and for all, appeared at the professor’s study only to depart wordlessly.
The professor, having wandered aimlessly for a year without purpose, finally settled all of her attention on a singular objective.
The Complete Encyclopaedia of Pregnancy and Childbirth: Beginner’s Guide for New Mothers
Parenting Without Scolding
An Exploration of Newborn Behaviour: Principles and Values
The heavier her belly grew, the more the books stacked up in her study and the occasional papers she reviewed during her leave— all of them were about children and parenting.
Absorbing such information, while extensive, was not exactly boring for her as it filled the one area of knowledge lacking in the professor’s otherwise vast intellect. However, even though it was neither boring nor tedious, it was not enjoyable for her either.
If anything, what she craved now was closer to death than life, leaving no room for positive emotions to surface.
And yet, there was a reason she just could not allow herself to die.
The quiet tolerance of Charlotte and the other women, who had left the professor to wander aimlessly in her weakened state, wasn’t born out of indifference.
If she were to seek eternal rest now, the bloodline of that man they all loved would be completely severed.
Despite trembling with anger at that thought, none of them could bring themselves to harm the child— a mix of blood of the one they hated more than anything else in the world... coupled with the blood of the sole being they loved and cherished more than anything else in the world.
“... So a crying child shouldn’t always be comforted immediately?”
And so, the professor, wearing a blank, emotionless face to avoid negatively affecting the unborn child, absorbed parenting knowledge with almost ritualistic devotion, following the advice of the books.
“The most important thing is...”
But even this, by the sixth month of her pregnancy, the professor had to abandon.
“... The connection with the parents, particularly the mother.”
She had realised, no matter how much effort she put in, that she just would not be able to raise the child properly.
“That’s... beyond me.”
Even Adler, whom she had desperately wanted to keep by her side – even going as far as to offer her body to him – now left her doubting whether she had truly loved him at all.
“I c-can’t... feel the emotions necessary for that.”
Whenever she caught her reflection in the glass, her dull grey eyes stared back at her— so far removed from the brilliant golden eyes that haunted her dreams from time to time.
Surely, even if she gave birth, the child would inherit those same dull, lifeless eyes.
“... Hah.”
Surrounded by the roomful of baby clothes, bottles, and the finest parenting supplies she had stocked up, Moriarty let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes.
“.........”
It was often said that pregnant women suddenly developed cravings for specific foods, but no such signs manifested for the professor.
In fact, even sugar – something she once consumed by the crate – now elicited such a violent rejection that she could not even bear the taste of it on her tongue.
... It’s only natural.
Of course, deep down, the professor knew the reason.
After all, ever since that incident, there had only been one thing she truly desired.
However...
However, as the detective once told her, the very notion of yearning for such a thing while her eyes remained utterly untouched by colour gnawed away at her being from within.
“Hah...”
- Click...
Fully aware that such thoughts could affect the unborn child, the professor quietly extended her hand and turned on some classical music.
- ♩♪♫
“........”
Leaning back comfortably in her chair, she tried to calm herself as her mind wandered into rueful thoughts.
... Four more months.
Four months left until the reason she clung to life would disappear.
To anyone else, that might seem like the epitome of negativity, but to the professor, it wasn’t.
For it was that very thought, and that alone, that granted her respite from the relentless nightmares and despair that plagued her.
Do devils go to hell when they die?
Still, there was a small comfort for her in knowing that, having committed far too many atrocities in life, if hell existed, she would undoubtedly end up there.
... What if I go to purgatory?
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