Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

“Martha! Calm down, I know how you feel. Don’t be so hysterical.”

“How can I stay calm? Clara would have died if she hadn’t been taken to the hospital. And it’s all their fault.” Martha screamed again, her eyes glimmering with fearsome hatred.

Bertha gripped Martha’s trembling shoulders tightly.

“They will be punished. God is fair.”

“He originally had no eyes.”

Martha retorted and immediately thunder rose, a bolt of lightning struck behind them both.

“If you’re good, then beat me to death. If you have eyes, why treat a poor girl like Clara unfairly.”

Martha looked up fearlessly, scolding the heavens loudly.

Clearly unable to control her pity for Clara, Martha had no reason to be angry with God for no reason. Seeing her lying there in pain, but as a guardian angel herself, she had no power to stop what had happened.

“Martha!”

Bertha implored the bewildered girl fervently.

“Bertha! Tell me, are we really gods? Why is it that when people need to be protected we can only watch helplessly? We were sent here to protect her, weren’t we? ”

Never had she seen her mischievous, mischievous partner fall into such silence. A very rare but very real image of Martha, making Bertha have a different view, that angels also have feelings like humans.

“Must too.” Bertha replied, like the wind, as if a whisper that didn’t want anyone to hear them lamenting: “You’re right. We were sent here to protect Clara.”

Bertha said, stepping closer to Martha, pulling her brown hair into her lap with a comforting hug.

“But Martha, you must know that there are things that happen in everyone’s destiny. This is Clara’s fate. There is no way to avoid it.”

“So Clara, she can… can die.”

Martha could neither believe nor think about the misfortune, but it suddenly popped into her mind.

“I believe Clara will make it through.” In a comforting voice, Bertha reassured Martha: “She hasn’t found her prince yet. She will definitely live, otherwise, all those years of effort will be in vain. We all believe it. happiness will smile at her. Right?”

“Yes, that’s why we’re here, beside Clara.”

“Um.”

A silence. The two still gave each other a warm comforting hug. Suddenly Martha spoke up.

“Hey, Bertha.”

“What?”

“Turns out I was wrong.” The brunette wanted to confess one thing.

“Confused About What?” Bertha is Curious to know.

“I thought you had no feelings, but I didn’t expect you to cry too.”

Martha honestly satisfied her partner’s other wish.

They immediately broke out of the hug, looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

“This!” Bertha changed her tone, sulking as she heard Martha admit that her previous assessment of herself was completely wrong. Martha couldn’t help but laugh at that first sulking gesture.

Not giving up, Bertha commented sternly: “You’re also wetter than I thought. Crying wet my shirt, look.” The girl touched the shoulder of her shirt, wanting Martha to look at it.

“Now you know.” Martha innocently admitted, not only that but also deliberately teased Bertha: “I know what you like.

“Speak and listen.” Doubtful look Bertha inquired.

“She likes to be my partner.”

Martha replied, what a clever thing, can’t refute anything, Bertha laughed too.

Looks like they got better.

“We’re still undecided, though.” Bertha reminded Martha that they were still rivals.

“I haven’t forgotten.”

Martha proudly declared confidently.

“If you lose, don’t cry!”

They teased each other again, and for the first time ever Bertha opened her heart like that.

“Not sure yet, maybe you’re the one crying.”

They are not ashamed to be rivals, are good partners, and very know how to make each other happy. Although when they first started working together, they didn’t like each other’s personalities. But look, now they’re all captivated by the girl’s holiness. Know more open, more caring for each other.

Sharing a common concern. Cinderella’s Happiness.

The shadow of the two angels left, and although they were back to normal, the worry for Clara was still there. It’s just that they don’t want to show them off again.

Indignation is not an emotion an angel needs.

He hastened to leave when it was already dark, and after careful discussion with Xenia, the man had to hurry away for a while, still being caught by her neck, of course, and when necessary he had to provide. a good deal for me. It was mutually beneficial, he didn’t resist at all, and accepted everything she offered, as long as no one mentioned him in Clara’s case.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He had just stepped out of the iron gate, his eyes darting to see if anyone was looking at him, having a habit of being startled, he was afraid that his actions would be discovered. Pulling on his hood, he hurriedly left, and when he left, it also rained. Martha watched his sneaky escape from sin, couldn’t contain her anger, and having a soft drink at her feet, she angrily kicked it at him, hoping it would hit him right on the head, knocking him unconscious as well. yes, but not according to the will of people, even gods.

They can soar through the air, hitting Sarah in the head as she approached.

Sarah angrily looked around, loudly scolding: “Damn it, who is it?”

She reached out her hand to rub the pain while glaring as if looking for the culprit, unfortunately, there was no shadow around, the sky began to pour more seeds, and she angrily left the house to avoid the rain. I feel like I’m unlucky.

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That night it rained heavily, and the wind blew against Clara’s window. It was so strong that it broke the outer glass, so the raindrops kept pouring into her room. The curtain fluttered in the wind.

The north wind hissed, coldly enveloping the whole room.

Thunder rumbled like an explosion of heaven and earth.

She lay there in a futile attempt.

Clara daydreamed, not knowing what was going on around her, she lay still as if she were sleeping but in reality, she was not.

It wasn’t long before she lost all consciousness. Clara rolled over on the bed whispering fragmentary words or falling into a deep, deathly sleep that did not bring her any rest.

The febrile convulsion resulted in a rapid loss of consciousness, occasionally involuntarily shaking limbs on both sides of her body. Her body became rigid, curving only part of her body. The body is weird.

Her whole body was hot, cold sweat poured out as much as carefree raindrops falling outside.

Clara is in critical condition, yet no one cares.

Despite their grief and pity for her, the two other angels could only stand by the bed to cheer her up in consciousness.

Martha knelt, clasped her hands, looked up, and whispered prayers, while Bertha sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to take her hand but couldn’t.

Will God answer prayers?