A few days later, Primrose finally received the news she had been waiting for.
Unfortunately, it was not good news.
The Holan Tribe had refused to talk things out peacefully. Instead, they had chosen to fight back and that was not even the worst part.
Solene’s investigation had uncovered something far more disturbing: Pippa was not the first child they had sold.
Over the years, several children had been secretly sold by the younger generation of the Holan Tribe. They wanted money, and after hearing stories about life outside the tribe, some of them had begun to dream about living in town and enjoying the things money could buy.
Therefore, they sold their own children to get it.
What bothered Primrose the most was how little they seemed to care about what happened afterward.
They never asked where the children were taken.
They never tried to find out whether those children ended up in warm homes with enough food to eat or somewhere far worse.
Once the children were sold, that was apparently the end of it and Primrose honestly could not understand it.
"I’m so sorry..." She looked at Pippa with pity in her eyes after asking the girl to come to her office. "I don’t think we can help you meet your family."
Pippa slowly lowered her head. For a few seconds, she said nothing. [Maybe they really don’t want me.]
Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress. [Maybe it would’ve been better if I never knew anything about them in the first place.]
Ever since she had been freed from the Azmeria Palace, Pippa had tried her best to recover her lost memories.
Deep down, she had always held onto one small hope.
Maybe she had been kidnapped. Maybe somewhere out there, she had a loving family who had spent years searching for her. Parents who missed her. Siblings who wondered where she had gone.
That hope had made her want to remember.
But now, her memories had finally begun to crack open, revealing pieces of the past she had desperately wanted to find and Pippa suddenly wished they had stayed buried.
Maybe losing her memories for a second time would not be such a terrible thing after all.
"I understand, Your Majesty," she finally said. She lowered her head even further before adding, "I appreciate everything you’ve done for us."
Primrose took a deep breath. Her heart ached for the girl standing in front of her. What made it even worse was that Pippa did not ask a single question.
She did not ask what Primrose had learned about her parents. She did not ask where they were. She did not even ask whether they had said anything about her.
It was almost as if Pippa was afraid that hearing more would only hurt her further.


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