Virtual World: Being The Protagonist's Mother

Name: Virtual World: Being The Protagonist's Mother
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Mischa Taube

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I am a web novel author. One day, I found myself transported into my own novel. As the mother of the female protagonist, I diligently pushed the plot forward. After the protagonist suffered through a series of hardships, including the death of her family, friends leaving her, and being tortured, I finally wrote a happy ending. I returned to the real world feeling relieved, but then I saw a farewell letter from the protagonist addressed to me as "Mother." In the letter, she asked if the suffering she endured in the story was considered art in my world.

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Chapter 8

08-02 16:00

Chapter 1

Bad news: I've been transported into my own novel.

Good news: I'm the biological mother of the protagonist.

In other words, I'm the author.

This is a classic romance novel, with a plot revolving around an unloved prince who uses the heroine and then realizes he loves her. After countless twists and turns, they finally get their happy ending.

And another piece of news, whether good or bad, I've become the mother of the protagonist, Lucinda.

Lucinda's laughter echoed outside the carriage. Through the gap in the curtain, I saw a flash of red.

A young, carefree rider in red.

Lucinda was riding ahead, leading the way, while my carriage followed leisurely behind.

People along the road greeted Lucinda warmly, "Miss Lucinda, taking your mother out for a walk again?"

Lucinda responded with a smile, "Yes, Kiera. The weather is lovely today. How much for these peaches?"

Kiera handed some peaches into the carriage, "These peaches are sweet lately. Give them to your mother to try."

One after another, apples and apricots were also handed into the carriage.

In my writing, Lucinda was lively and cheerful, kind-hearted, and praised by everyone in Eylouis as the Lady of Ylavine.

Before I could recall which part of the plot this was, the carriage suddenly shook violently.

Someone exclaimed, "The horse is startled!"

I couldn't keep my balance and hit my head on the corner of the carriage, doubling over in pain.

A tall figure broke through the carriage door, rushed in, and carried me out.

I rubbed my forehead and struggled to lift my head.

This was the first time I saw Lucinda's face clearly. Her big, round eyes were like a fawn's, and she was anxiously holding my hand, "Mother, are you alright?"

I couldn't help but call out, "Lucinda."

Lucinda looked at me in shock, "Mother, you're awake?"

I looked around in confusion, seeing the astonishment in everyone's eyes, and finally remembered this part of the plot.

Lucinda's mother had saved her from drowning when she was ten, fell ill with a high fever, and became mentally affected, unable to speak.

On this day, Lucinda was taking her mother for a stroll when the horse got startled, and the male lead, Brandon, saved Lucinda's mother.

This was the beginning of their feelings for each other.

Lucinda, completely focused on her mother, hurriedly supported me to go home, "Mother, let's go home now. I'll find the best doctor to check on you!"

"No, Uncle, you have Father's token. Go to the palace and get a doctor!"

Brandon, dressed in a dark robe with his hair tied up, looked elegant and handsome.

Unfortunately, my daughter didn't even glance at him.

Brandon stood calmly to the side, seemingly unbothered by being ignored.

Seeing Lucinda about to leave, I realized something was wrong.

"Lucinda! Wait a moment!"

In the plot, the two felt an instant connection and exchanged names.

Although I didn't hear any system voice, from my experience as a writer, usually, you have to follow the plot to return after being transported into a book.

Thinking of modern conveniences like tablets, hotpots, and air conditioning, I took a deep breath, "Lucinda, thank your savior first."

Lucinda glanced at Brandon in confusion, then remembered he had saved her mother.

I gave a respectful nod to Brandon, "Thank you for saving me. May I know your name?"

Brandon nodded back gently, "I am Brandon, the third prince."

Lucinda, holding my arm, replied cheerfully, "I'm Lucinda from the Riley family. I'll definitely treat you to a drink someday!"

Brandon handed over a handkerchief, "Miss Lucinda, your mother's forehead is injured and needs proper care."

A handkerchief!

This was the symbol of their love in the story.

I watched excitedly as Lucinda took the handkerchief. After Brandon left, I reminded her, "You must keep this handkerchief safe."

Lucinda looked at me puzzled, "Mother, what are you saying? We have plenty of such handkerchiefs at home."

Saying this, Lucinda gently wiped the wound on my forehead with her own handkerchief.

Only then did I feel the sharp pain spreading across my forehead.

On the way home, Lucinda's fair face was full of joy as she snuggled up to me, "I knew it, Mother would definitely get better!"

Based on my experience, I should now play the role of Lucinda's mother well, so I found an excuse, "I feel like I've slept for a long time. Lucinda, you really look like you did when you were a child!"

Lucinda frowned, on the verge of tears, "I thought I had harmed Mother. It's great that Mother is awake."

I felt a pang of sorrow, thinking that Lucinda was only fifteen, and hugged her tenderly.

After returning to the Rileys' residence, the doctor examined me thoroughly and said that the bump on my forehead had cleared my mind, and there was no major issue.

Lucinda was overjoyed and excitedly took out paper and pen to write a letter to her father in the middle of the night.

Lucinda's father, Alexander, was a high-ranking general, often away at war.

I urged her repeatedly before getting Lucinda to go to sleep. Looking at the unfinished letter on the desk, I fell into deep thought.

In the plot, Alexander, who supported the crown prince's faction, was seen as a thorn in the male lead's side. After returning to the city, Alexander was wrongly accused of treason by the male lead and ultimately sacrificed himself to protect the Riley family.

Thinking of Lucinda's tear-streaked face in the carriage during the day, I remembered that at fifteen, I was just a child who loved to pester my mother for ice cream.

I couldn't bear it and secretly resolved to help Lucinda skip the heartbreaking and physically painful plot and head straight for a happy ending.