All Chapters of The Unveiled Soul: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"His condition is getting worse and we can't do anything to help him. Last night, he wouldn't stop coughing. Yes, we called a doctor. But alas, the medicine didn't help him." Standing opposite the door to the room that had already become a refuge for the boy named Gaspard, Adelard and Nicholas could hear his heavy breathing. And with each passing second, Gaspard was closer to death. "Do you think he's dying?" Adelard asked. And then Mathilde came out of the room and they both took a step forward to look in and see the sick man. But Mathilde closed the room too quickly and stared fearfully at the floor. As if she had seen death itself, she could not raise her eyes for fear of seeing something dreadful. But Adelard's question made her speak. "What is it?" "Monsieur, look," she whispered, trying to hold back her tears. Holding the basin with the towel, which had drops of blood on it, she let out a few drops of tears. "He's coughing up blood. Monsi

"Doctor, do everything you can to save him. Do everything possible and impossible. If it's a matter of money, I'm willing to pay anything, but the most important thing is that he lives." Adelard was almost on his knees and continued to hold Gaspard's hand as if he were his own brother or something. But no, he was just a stranger, just a man who lived out his days on the streets, without a single hope of home or happiness. In the light of only two candles, all stood in silence. No one dared to say anything at the moment when Adelard was almost on his knees begging the doctor for help. And no one could understand the kindness that was in Adelard's heart. No one could understand his motives for helping a complete stranger. Even Nicholas could not understand him. Because of this, everyone in the room was speechless. Slowly closing his eyes, Gaspard smiled for the last time and then escaped from reality. But it was only a sleep in the arms of fate. "Is he dead?"

"What right did he have to do that? It's not like we're obligated to buy his fat. It's not logical! I can't believe there was something awful behind his smile all this time! I can't believe it!" Jean shouted these words, waving his arms and kicking rocks around. "I can't believe it! And how could we trust him! More accurately, it's my fault. It's my fault for making a contract with him without your permission. I should have told you and then I would have known that our supplier was still your Lucy. It was my mistake. I'm sorry." Still smelling smoke from the fire, Adelard sat in his chair and twirled a coin in his hand. He didn't say anything, he just stared at the silver coin. "The gendarmes arrested them all. They made me an interrogation of course. But I told them everything. Now, Louis and his sons will get what they deserve. That's right! They deserve it! I'll even make sure they're locked up behind bars for a few years. I'll make sure they spend the rest of their

"I came to see you," he said, convinced that she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Celeste, holding a basket of dirty laundry, looked too tired again. This only brought terrible pain to Adelard's heart. "Why do you keep washing other people's things? You know you can use everything I have, don't you? Why do you go on living like this? You're my fiancée. I don't want you to live like that." "Adelard, I'm not used to it. I'm used to earning money by my own labor. And I don't think I'll ever get used to having you in my life. I love you very much, though." "Let's go home," Adelard said, snatching the heavy basket from her hands. A thin door that could break at any minute closed, leaving the whole world behind. In the dark room, where it was still winter itself, Adelard threw the basket to the floor and hugged Celeste sharply. In his arms, she seemed to disappear. Those arms were a fortress, a wall, wings.&

The next morning, Adelard awoke to a strange noise. But he didn't have the strength to open his eyes and leave his bed; instead of curiosity, he chose sleep. But his sleep could not last, for the noise was louder and stronger. Grabbing his robe, he headed down the stairs. "Nicholas, what's going on?" "I don't know. They're probably talking about you again. I'm going to go check it out, but you stay inside." "Today, I'm supposed to be at a theater opening. So I'll be home late tonight," Adelard said, stopping Nicholas. "Wait, how did I end up here? I remember falling asleep on Jean's couch." "At three o'clock in the morning, Jean brought you in his arms. You were sleeping so soundly that I thought you had been given sleeping pills." "I slept so soundly?!" Adelard asked, remembering the reason for such relaxation. "You're smiling. Is there something interesting going on?" Nicholas asked, knowing him too well