Carefully, she lifted him from the floor and gently laid him back on the bed, adjusting his position for comfort.
Maid POV
"Young Master," I sighed once again, losing count of the number of sighs I had taken today. It had been more than a week since the tragic deaths of Master and Mistress, and Young Master remained unconscious. It was expected, given his deep love for his parents, that seeing their lifeless bodies had shocked him into this state.
As I sat there, watching over Young Master's motionless form, memories of a brighter past washed over me. I had been a young girl when Master and Mistress plucked me from the cold confines of the orphanage, offering me a chance at a better life. They entrusted me with their most precious gift—their only son, Ellis.
Master and Mistress were always occupied with their thriving entertainment company, leaving me to care for Young Master day in and day out. It was a role I took on with pride and love, treating him as if he were my own flesh and blood. I witnessed his growth from a giggling baby to a curious child.
But now, his world had been engulfed in darkness. Memories of the events that followed his parents' tragic deaths flooded my mind, etching a painful chapter I could never forget.
After Master and Mistress passed away, the atmosphere in the mansion changed dramatically. Although their deaths were officially ruled as an unfortunate accident, rumors swirled among the staff about possible foul play. Yet, the truth remained shrouded behind closed doors and whispered conversations.
Young Master's uncles and his parents' business partner swooped in like vultures, seizing control of the family's assets and properties. They wasted no time in pushing aside the loyal household staff who had served the family faithfully for years. It was as if we were invisible, mere pawns in their game of power and wealth.
I remember the day they heartlessly dismissed us from our duties, leaving us without jobs and without any means of support. Their callous actions stood in stark contrast to the warmth and generosity that Master and Mistress had always shown us.
Young Master, still unconscious, remained oblivious to the betrayal that had unfolded. Shielded from the harsh reality, he lay in a vulnerable state while those who claimed to be family reveled in their newfound control.
As the days passed, the weight of our circumstances bore down heavily upon me. We were forced to leave the grand mansion, which was now under the control of deceitful uncles and a conniving business partner. Our new home was a run-down farmhouse, a forgotten relic of happier times.
This small farmhouse, hidden away from prying eyes, had once been a sanctuary for the family. It was a place where Master and Mistress would escape the demands of their busy lives and spend cherished moments together. Within these weathered walls, they laughed, played, and created precious memories.
But now, the farmhouse stood neglected—a symbol of shattered dreams and broken promises. The uncles conveniently erased its existence from their minds, eradicating any trace of the love and happiness that had once thrived there.
In this modest dwelling, Young Master and I sought solace amidst the ruins of our former life. I worked tirelessly to create a semblance of comfort, tending to the neglected garden and cleaning every nook and cranny. While it may not have matched the opulence Young Master was accustomed to, it became a sanctuary where we could heal, shielded from those who sought to erase our existence.
We embraced a simple life, far removed from the luxuries we had once known. I cooked meals on a makeshift stove, our plates filled with humble ingredients and a touch of nostalgia for flavors from the past. Every day, I fought to maintain a sense of normalcy for Young Master, shielding him from the harsh realities that surrounded us.
The nights were the most challenging. As the moon cast its melancholic glow upon the countryside, I would sit by Young Master's side, witnessing his troubled dreams as a testament to the turmoil within his soul. I would hold his hand, gently whispering reassurances, even though I wasn't sure if he could hear me in his unconscious state.
During those quiet moments, memories would wash over me like a bittersweet tide. I would recall the laughter that once echoed through these walls, the warmth of a united family. I yearned for those days to return, for Master and Mistress to walk through the door, their smiles illuminating our lives once more.
As the memories washed over me, an ache settled in my heart, and tears fell unnoticed down my cheeks. How I longed for the return of Master and Mistress, for their vibrant presence to fill the empty spaces within our lives. But deep down, I knew they were gone, forever lost to us.
In that bittersweet longing, my resolve grew stronger. I wiped away the tears, determined to honor the duty that Master and Mistress had entrusted me with—to support Young Master in all his endeavors, no matter what path he chose.
If he wished to escape the treacherous world of business and find solace in a quiet life far away from the spotlight, I would stand by him, guiding him through the labyrinth of decisions and challenges that lay ahead. I would be the unwavering pillar of strength he could lean on, the voice of reason amidst the chaos.
My loyalty to Young Master knew no bounds. I had witnessed the depth of his love for his parents, the fire in his eyes when he spoke of his dreams. It was my duty to ensure that those dreams would not be extinguished by the darkness that had engulfed us.
In this small farmhouse, far removed from the machinations of power-hungry relatives, I would be his rock. I would nurture his spirit, encouraging him to forge his own path, to find happiness and fulfillment on his own terms.
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The outside world may be ruthless and unforgiving, but within these walls, I would create a haven where Young Master could heal and grow. I would shield him from the vultures that circled, their eyes fixed on his inheritance. Together, we would carve out a future built on the foundations of love and integrity.
As I gazed upon Young Master's sleeping form, I made a silent vow. No matter the trials that awaited us, I would never abandon him. I would walk by his side, a steadfast presence in his life, offering guidance, support, and unconditional love.
For in this new chapter, as we ventured into the unknown, I realized that the love between a family transcends blood ties. Master and Mistress had chosen me, plucked me from the depths of despair, and bestowed upon me a purpose that went beyond mere service. They had given me a family, and in return, I would honor their memory with unwavering devotion.
As the weight of the day's burdens finally caught up with me, exhaustion washed over my weary body. The chair next to Young Master's bed became my refuge, a temporary respite from the trials that awaited us.
My eyelids grew heavy, and despite my determination to stay vigilant, sleep tugged at the edges of my consciousness. I fought against it, knowing that my duty was to remain alert and watchful. But as the night grew darker and the stillness of the farmhouse enveloped us, sleep proved to be an irresistible temptation.
With a gentle sigh, I succumbed to weariness, my body slumping in the chair. The dim glow of the evening sun lit the room as I drifted into a dream-filled slumber.
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Sam, the unconscious young master lying on the bed, found himself in a surreal state as he drifted further into the depths of unconsciousness. It was as if his consciousness had transcended his physical body and entered into a realm of pure soul.
From this ethereal vantage point, he watched the memories play out before him like a vivid projection. He observed Ellis as a young child, carefree and full of life, running through the sunlit gardens with the maid, their laughter blending harmoniously with the rustle of leaves.
Sam's soul lingered in the study, witnessing the heartfelt conversation between his younger self and his father. The wisdom in his father's words resonated deeply within him, reinforcing the values that would've shaped Ellis's character and aspirations.
As the memory shifted, Sam experienced a surge of emotions. He felt the warmth of Ellis's mother's embrace, her voice enveloping him in a sense of security and love. The tenderness of that moment brought tears to his soulful eyes, even as he remained a distant observer.
But as the memory unfolded, the atmosphere turned somber, and a heaviness settled upon Sam's ethereal form. The tragic events that led to Ellis's parents' untimely demise began to unravel before him. He felt the weight of grief and loss, a profound ache that reverberated through his very essence, even though he had no attachments to them.
As the memory flickered between fragments, Sam's soul yearned for closure and understanding. He sought answers within the depths of his own mind, grappling with the fragments of truth that emerged from the shadows.
Sam's soul delved deeper into the recesses of Ellis mind, grasping at the fragments of truth that emerged from the shadows. It was as if he was piecing together a jigsaw puzzle with missing parts, trying to make sense of the whole picture.
There, amidst the swirling mists of his fragmented memories, stood young Ellis, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. His presence radiated a sense of vulnerability, like a lost and lonely child seeking solace.
Observing Ellis's state, Sam approached him, a mix of compassion and determination in his gaze as he realized whats happening. He gently called out to the young boy, breaking through the haze of uncertainty.
"Ellis," Sam's voice resonated with a calm yet earnest tone.
Ellis's eyes widened in both surprise and hope. "Big brother? Are you... Are you here to help me? Where am I? What happened to my parents? Why can't I remember?"
Sam's eyes widened but a moment later shone with determination, his ethereal form knelt down beside Ellis, his voice filled with empathy. "Yes, Ellis. I am here to guide and support you. We find ourselves in a place between realms, where fragments of memories intertwine. As for your parents, I... I believe they have passed away."
Ellis gasped, his small frame shaking with grief. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend the weight of his loss. "No... they can't be... Big brother, where are they now?"
Sam's voice softened, offering a glimmer of solace amidst the pain. "Ellis, your parents are in a beautiful place called Heaven. It's a place of peace and love, where they watch over you from above. And you, my little brother, have the opportunity to join them there."
Ellis's eyes widened with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Heaven? Can I really go there? How, big brother?"
Sam's soulful eyes met Ellis's, radiating reassurance. "Yes, Ellis. You can."
Sam's ethereal form reached out and gently clasped Ellis's hands, providing a comforting presence. "Ellis, I understand your longing to be with your parents in Heaven. And while I cannot accompany you, I am here to guide and support you on your journey."
Sam's voice was filled with sincerity and empathy as he continued, "If you trust in me and let go of your doubts and fears, you will find your way to them."
Ellis looked up at Sam, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "But how, big brother? How can I reach Heaven and be with my parents?"
Sam's voice softened as he spoke words of reassurance, "Ellis, it is your pure heart, your love for your parents, and your willingness to let go of the pain and embrace the journey that will guide you to Heaven. Have faith, my young friend, and trust in the unseen forces that are guiding us."
He continued, his voice steady and comforting, "Close your eyes, Ellis, and feel the love and connection you have with your parents. Picture yourself surrounded by their warm embrace, their gentle whispers of encouragement. Release any doubts or fears and believe that you are deserving of this reunion."
As Ellis closed his eyes, a serene calmness washed over him. Sam's presence was a steady anchor, supporting him in this crucial moment. Ellis's voice trembled with both vulnerability and determination as he whispered, "I trust you, big brother. I will let go and believe that I can reach Heaven."
Sam smiled, his presence radiating warmth and encouragement. "That's it, Ellis. Embrace the journey with an open heart and unwavering faith. Trust that your parents are waiting for you in Heaven, and the love that binds you will guide you there."
With a final reassuring squeeze of Ellis's hands, Sam backed away, leaving Ellis alone to embark on his spiritual journey. Slowly, Ellis turned into tiny particles and faded away, leaving behind his full memories and trust in Sam.