Does His Life Even Matter to Her? All She Wants Is Compliance

She claimed it would cure Sumio, but she was adamant about not sharing the recipe, even when Sumio requested it.

There were excuses about rare ingredients and insisted on his almost daily visits for the concoction.

Such a regimen wasn't sustainable given their distance; it would have been far simpler for her to just pass the recipe to Sumio and have Mio prepare it for him.

The truth was, it wasn't as complicated or secretive as Rikka had claimed.

Isn't a delay of a few years too long to bring this life-saving cure to the table? What’s the excuse this time?

Selective amnesia?

Or did the ghost of an ancestor only recently visit her and told her about it?

There are a lot of questions here, but with her track record, it was obvious that Rikka was up to some of her schemes again.

The intent to dominate Sumio was just so obvious; Mio inadvertently blurted it out jokingly, suggesting it as a way to see more of her son.

Sumio, seeing the undeniable truth, couldn't deny it either.

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He was already receiving proper treatment with medication and supplements; honestly, there was no need for Rikka’s family secret recipe.

Years of delay in proper treatment could have caused serious consequences, potentially paralysis or even death.

She might as well pour her concoction over her son's burial ground, if her manipulative schemes were to lead to his death.

One can only come to a few conclusions: either it was merely a ploy, not a true family secret recipe, or she had known about it all along but refused to share, driven by a desire to deny Mio credit and a disregard for Sumio's well-being.

Such tactics surely wouldn't necessitate genuine maternal love.

Tragically, one of the most lethal concoctions in the world is the poison fed by a mother to her son, slowly, surely, and effectively, to ensure obedience.

Only a malicious, self-serving mother, one who only has her own interests at heart, would stoop to this. This was one of her many insidious schemes, yet over his entire lifetime, Sumio remained blinded to all that was happening around him.

To him, she’s that pure, innocent woman whose wholesome hobby is gardening, which she had shown him.

Little did he know that her plants were fertilized by the buried, decaying bodies and supported by the old bones underneath.

©Britt H.

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