So Cassian's blatant disregard weighed heavily on his chest and took his breath away, until he felt as if he would suffocate from this worry. So as soon as the car arrived at his house, and even before it came to a complete stop, he ran out of the car, leaving Cassian behind without saying a word.
He hurried along as if demons were chasing him. All he wanted, all he wished for now, was to get away from this child.
He felt crazy...
His presence beside him provoked him...
His presence beside him made him feel danger and crazy...
His presence beside him made him lose his mind and his sanity...
So he couldn't stay or even breathe next to him...
He ran away, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt in anger... at himself... at the child... at her...
The servants opened the door for him and greeted him, but he ignored them completely...
His wife appeared and said something to him, but he didn't even notice her...
He entered his office and slammed the door behind him, but stopped in his tracks when he saw that woman sitting on his desk with a blue butterfly in her hand, swing her legs playfully while her blue-white hair scattered beautifully as she looked out the window at the black car outside and hummed...
Then she turned to him, looked at him with her lazy, beautiful eyes, gently lifted her hand with the blue butterfly on it, smiled softly at him, then said madly, laughing, and the butterfly flew from her hand
"He rejected you... Oh, dear Vincent, how miserable you are."
"Shut up..."
He said calmly, but her smile widened and suddenly she was in front of him, her soft hands caressing his cheeks, looking into his eyes with love and tenderness...
"You will live... forever in this madness, my cursed darling."
"Shut up,"
he said calmly, looking into her eyes with anger and hatred, clenching his fists until his palms bled, the veins in his face and neck bulging with rage.
"Oh, you cursed fool... Didn't you know that beautiful things are beautiful... because they are terrifying? ... We will not forgive you."
"Shut up."
"You will live with your guilt like a fool forever..."
"Shut up."
"You will become nothing but a crazy failure."
"SHUT UP, YOU DAMN THING"
"Oh... you really are... Hahaha, look at you talking to your delusions when you can't even die even if you wanted to..."
Then she whispered in a soft, tender voice like a song in his ear.
"You poor thing..."
"SHUT UP,
SHUT UP... You fucking thing
Unconsciously, in a fit of rage, he began to destroy his office, screaming, his whole body trembling from the blatant disregard of the damn child...
She disappeared the moment his anger took control of him and he began to destroy the office, after he had vented all his anger, or at least some of it
he fell in the middle of his office crying like an abandoned child... begging like a pitiful beggar while tears stained his miserable face... exhausted, tired of everything...
"Please... forgive me... I'm... sorry... Olyusha... Let all this end... I beg you."
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Cassian... looked calmly at his father's back with a strange silence and absent-mindedness
until the strange servant opened the door for him and spoke respectfully
"Young Master, , shall I help you out of the car?"
He looked at the servant and nodded. He wasn't really the type to refuse the services of servants. I mean, they don't do all this for free, after all.
The servant helped him until he reached an annex in the palace. For commoners, even an annex like this would seem like a dream and a fantasy, but for Cassian, who had lived in the lord's villa, this annex seemed really shabby. Nevertheless, he just frowned silently as he let his servant help him take off his coat and shoes and put on slippers, and entered the annex.
It was small... just one bedroom, a living room connected to the kitchen, a bathroom, and a small garden accessible from the side door of the annex
. It was open on two sides, with glass doors leading to the garden on one side and the main road to the palace on the other. At Vincent's behest, this annex has been prepared for his stay.
No one in the main house was prepared to welcome him, nor was he prepared to live with them, especially with the man called his father, Vincent.
He arrived at his bedroom, which looked exactly like his room in grandfather's villa. It seemed that his grandfather's servants had prepared the room or had given Vincent information about his taste.
The thing was... none of this was really his taste, but rather the taste of Cecil, who liked to match everything with him.
He felt strange... It wasn't that he was spineless and unable to express his opinion, it was just that he never cared and didn't even notice that there was no real trace of him.
So, standing there surrounded by Cecil's taste in color, design, and style, he felt strange, as if something was missing and out of place...
"...."
He ignored his useless thoughts and stretched out on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm. Although he never complained, the distance between the palace and the hospital took about three hours, so he felt really physically and mentally exhausted, and also...
For him, since waking up, everything seemed like a new life. He asked the servant twice about his brother, but the servant did not give him an answer and changed the subject both times, so he did not ask again.
He wasn't stupid enough to ask Vincent, and he didn't really have the courage to talk to him. Naturally, he didn't expect anything from a father who had abandoned him for twelve years and didn't even ask if he okay when he met him in this condition!
More importantly, he didn't have the courage to ask, and his brother was far away from him...
Was Cecil really dead? Even though he saw him burn with his own eyes, his mind couldn't accept his death...
Was he alive somewhere?
How should he deal with this life without Cecil?