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grinned
slightly, "Guess, I forgot about it," he said.
    "Well, take it now before things get
worse," Helen left her spot and went to close the heavy
curtains.
    "Okay, Mom!" Hugh answered to pacify
Helen. Ever since, Xavier got sick, Helen got strained out even for
the slightest pain.
    If it hadn't been for
the smite Hugh
encountered earlier, he wouldn't have been suffering from a
throbbing head that seemed to have a bug running inside it,
bursting with pain. And Helen wouldn't have to worry about him when
she had already got a lot on her plate.
    "You, yourself can do something with
your little complains. Those are little toxins," Gilda niggled. "I
don't understand today's medicine. They are designed to
kill."
    Hugh looked at the woman exasperatedly
before he sighed and said, "Please!"
    "Don't use that tone on me!" the woman
seethed. "You're such a lazy boy! You never cared about practicing
your healing muscle. You might as well not have been endowed with
the gift."
    Hugh raised his hands in surrender and
shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Fine," he said in between
his teeth as he continued to toy with the little tablet in his
hand.
    Gilda was right about his healing
prowess. For then again, there were instances in the past which
really affirmed to him about his gifts, even if he never really
took Gilda or about his healing abilities seriously. Hugh got it
from her. She was also a healer. And Gilda always prodded him that
he was lucky to have the gift because not all of the healer's
children were endowed to heal. In fact, some of these children
killed their own parents to have the gift of healing. But Hugh had
to seal it yet.
    In this world, this type of healing was
crap. For this reason, Hugh was motivated to go to medical school
to back up the woo-hoo stuff with the sciences and Gilda never
approved of it. It was his dream to introduce such an alternative
way of curing sick people and being rationally accepted for
it.
    How can Hugh take it seriously? Even if
Gilda was his biological mother, a lot of rumormongers considered
her an old, spiteful crazy recluse. And a lot of times, Hugh had to
agree.
    Tales behind Gilda's back had made its
rounds why she had chosen to become elusive to the public for
almost two decades. Some people claimed she would burn when exposed
to the sun because of a severe illness in the skin. Others assumed
she was really a witch who needed to stay away from
daylight.
    Hugh had his own judgment why Gilda was
not quite visible outside of her mansion. He was convinced she
really took it to heart that she bore a child at an age when she
was supposed to be wiser, without a husband to show for. The
humiliation was probably too great that she had lost face to live a
normal life.
    Hugh contemplated. He had never asked
anything about his father. And nobody even dared. It wasn't that he
was not interested to find out about his father. It was just that,
he would bet his head off if he can extract the information from
Gilda. Even asking around from Helen or somebody else was
frightening, in case Gilda found out about it.
    There was also the rift between the
Blood Family. Even though Hugh didn't have all the details and it
may be a hush-hush reality but it was possible that could have
accounted for Gilda being a recluse. While Rebecca Blood can be
seen almost everywhere from the newspaper to socialite functions,
Gilda had opted to bury herself inside her house until she was
almost as white as snow.
    "It is not a coincidence that this is
the last chemo session that our dear boy Xavier has to take," Gilda
addressed Helen , who took the chair near the window. "He is on his
way to recovery."
    Helen smiled and said, "Oh, Gilda! God
has answered my prayers. Xavier will be well soon."
    "This has nothing to do with God,
Helen," Gilda said triumphantly. "Rebecca is dying and Xavier will
be free from her curse."
    As Hugh listened half-heartedly to the
conversation between the two women, he looked at Xavier's