Nicole spent some time with them before everyone else left, leaving only her and Chase. Chase was so preoccupied with Nicole that he completely forgot about my disappearance.
"Nicole, don't let Grandma's words upset you. She's just getting on in years," Chase said softly.
"Yeah, I know, Chase. But Grandma's strongly against me, so I doubt she'll even accept my gift," Nicole replied, producing a book. "Could you give this to her for me? She's always been so devout, and this book is blessed by a respected priest. It might bring her some peace and prosperity."
"Nicole, you really have such a good heart. One day, Grandma will see that. Here, let me take it."
Chase accepted the book, feeling slightly uneasy at first. But as his fingers brushed the cover, it felt unusually smooth—like a woman's skin—and it momentarily startled him. He quickly dismissed the thought, recognizing its inappropriateness. He remembered, "Don't mention it's from you, or what kind of book it is. Grandma might refuse it otherwise."
"Got it," Chase assured her, giving her a reassuring pat on the head. "Don't ever lose hope like that again. We were all so worried about you."
"You're the best, Chase."
Their closeness was evident, perhaps even excessive for some. After they parted, Chase took the book and his own gift to Grandma's room. She had just finished her chicken soup, and her mood seemed to be improving.
Hearing footsteps, she instinctively called out, "Is that you, Amanda? Come, let me see…"
But upon seeing Chase, her demeanor instantly chilled. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now?"
Knowing she was still angry, Chase humbled himself and sat on a small stool by her bed. "Grandma, I messed up by running away from the wedding. I've been with Amanda for years, and she's the only one I care about. Nicole is just my stepsister. From now on, I promise to treat Amanda right and never hurt her again."
Grandma's eyes narrowed. "Remember, there's always someone watching. If you're going to make promises, do it before the Virgin Mary. And if you ever betray Amanda, may you face the harshest fate and never know heirs or happiness!"
Chase hesitated, despite his intention to sever ties with Nicole after that night's events.
"What? Afraid? Then stop pretending with me. I'm too old for your games!"
Provoked by her words, Chase replied, "Grandma, I'm telling the truth, and I have nothing to hide."
He went to the house chapel, a special area Grandma had dedicated to worship. The subtle scent of candles filled the air as he entered, and the serene faces of the saints seemed to observe him.
Kneeling on the cushion, Chase met the gentle gaze of the Virgin Mary. His heart felt inexplicably uneasy. Grandma, leaning on her cane, urged him on. "Go on, swear. Or have you lost your courage?"
Chase raised his hand and swore, "I, Chase, will love Amanda and only Amanda for all my days. I'll never betray her. I will always protect, cherish, and love her. If I break this vow, may I face the worst fate."
As he finished, a lightning bolt illuminated the sky outside. "Boom!"