Family's Spoiling Kills: Reborn, I Seek Wild Revenge novel Chapter 129

Amanda's POV

"I'm so happy that you're here. We didn't have time to talk," I said happily to my mother, who smiled and patted my shoulder.

"I'm here now. Tell me what you want to know, my dear. I'll be with you for the whole week," she said, and my smile widened. It was a relief to have her here with me—very thoughtful of Alpha Edward to send for her.

"I heard the case has been withdrawn, but don't worry, I'll deal with Killian in my own way," my mother said, and I frowned. What could she possibly do to him?

"Mother, what do you intend to do?" I asked curiously. She was silent for a moment before she smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Do you know about my abilities? Did Matthew tell you yet?" she asked, and I shook my head. I always knew there was something special about my mother—there was a fear in both Killian and Father's eyes when she tried to attack Killian.

"No, he hasn't told me," I admitted, my curiosity piqued.

"Maybe I should show you," she said, her smile turning a bit more enigmatic.

She stood up gracefully, her movements fluid and confident. My eyes followed her as she walked over to the two-seater couch in the corner of the room. To my astonishment, she easily lifted the entire couch with one hand, as if it weighed nothing more than a feather. My eyes widened in disbelief, my breath caught in my throat.

"How...?" I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. The display of strength was beyond anything I had imagined.

"Your mother is stronger than she looks," she chuckled, setting the couch down as gently as she had lifted it. "This is just one of my gifts, Amanda. There's so much more I can do."

Before I could react, Mother extended her hand in front of us. With a focused expression, she gently touched her other hand to her wrist, and before my eyes, her skin shimmered faintly, almost glowing. The light faded quickly, revealing a perfectly smooth, unblemished wrist.

"What you just saw is one of my gifts," she explained softly. "I have the ability to heal not only others but also myself. It's something I've kept hidden for a long time, using it only when necessary." My eyes widened in amazement. "So you can heal yourself, just like that?"

She nodded, smiling at my reaction. "Yes, but it's more than just healing. My abilities extend to understanding and sensing the pain of others. I can mend wounds, cure illnesses, and even bring someone back from the brink of death if needed."

I stared at her, trying to process the extent of what she was saying. "That's incredible, Mother." "It is," she agreed. "But there's a cost to it—a balance that needs to be maintained. Healing takes energy, and it's not something I can do endlessly. There's a limit to how much I can give before it starts to take a toll on me."

I nodded, still in awe. "I had no idea..."

"And now," she continued, taking my hand and guiding it to her arm, "I want to see if you' ve inherited any of my abilities. We should find out together."

I hesitated. "But I'm not a healer. I've never been able to do anything like that."

"Let's just try," she said gently. "If it doesn't work, we'll explore other possibilities. But I have a feeling you might surprise yourself."

With her encouragement, I placed my hand over her arm. She took a small, sharp object and made a quick cut on her forearm, wincing slightly. I gasped but didn't pull away.

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