Chapter 41: A nightmare

Chapter 41 - A nightmare Twenty years ago. Luther Residence. A thunderous night with dense, brooding rain. A seven-year-old boy leans heavily against his bed, eyes on the window pane drenched from the rain, his lips pressed tightly together. Because of a previous incident involving a rainy night and a kidnapping, he harbors an inexplicable fear of such weather. With every thunderclap, his small fists clench tighter. In his pure eyes, there is a hint of fear. In the past, his mother would accompany him during such weather. But now, his mother was suffering from a serious condition known as depression, confining herself to her room all day, needing persuasion to even eat or drink, leaving her unable to care for him. As for his father. He hadn't been home for some time, his mother told him that his father had another family elsewhere. Thus, on nights like these, all he could do was to keep his eyes open until dawn. Thinking this, the little boy buries his head even lower. But this time, someone outside pushes the door open. "Don't be afraid, Sinclair," The woman of gentle demeanor and pale face stepped inside. "Mommy is with you." In the woman's soft voice, the boy fell asleep with a calm smile. In his drowsiness, he heard the woman's gentle voice. "Sinclair, I'm sorry." "Your father doesn't want me anymore, and I can't hang on any longer, I'm sorry." The scene shifted. "Help! Madam has slit her wrists!" "Quick! Call the doctor!" "Madam isn't breathing anymore--" The room was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Everything surrounding him seemed to morph into a mere backdrop. Sinclair looked at the woman, who just a moment ago was gently coaxing him to sleep, now peacefully laid on the bed. Her wrists were a gnarly mess of flesh and blood, the wound so deep that bone could be seen. The snow-white sheets were dyed red with fresh blood, the shocking scene stabbing Sinclair's eyes. His world narrowed to just the image of his mother lying in a pool of blood. "No, no!!" "Don't leave me!!" "Sinclair, Sinclair!" Camilla was awakened by the man's movements and saw his brows furrowed and his body soaked in cold sweat, it startled her. "Wake up, wake up quickly!!" She knew, Sinclair was trapped in some painful nightmare, she must wake him up as soon as possible. Sinclair did not open his eyes, but his brows furrowed tighter. Meanwhile. Grandpa Luther sat up from his bed. Seeing the thunderstorm night, thinking of his grandson, his eyes were filled with worry and pain. "Hope Sinclair is alright tonight." Uncle Carlos made several phone calls, arranging for the necessary manpower. Surprisingly, Sinclair's overall condition worsened on rainy nights. He must be fully prepared. Inside the room. "Sinclair, Sinclair." Camilla watched Sinclair's pained expression, bending her head to kiss him. This move worked in the secluded chamber, it should work now, right? The pungent smell of blood was suddenly replaced by the refreshing, sweet scent of clear tears. The bloody color in front of her eyes gradually faded away. Sinclair suddenly opened his eyes, those deep, elongated, ink-like eyes staring intently at the woman in front of him. The darkness in his eyes was even more profound than the night outside the window, filled with chilling coldness that made one's heart palpitate. "You finally woke up." Camilla sighed in relief upon seeing this. "You scared me to death." Sinclair didn't speak. Camilla furrowed her brows, finally noticing that something was wrong. Even though the man in front of her had opened his eyes, the tumultuous aura within them had not dissipated. He looked like a wild beast ready to erupt at any moment. Just as she was about to say something, she was pulled toward him by the man. "Sinclair..." Camilla didn't know what else to do other than call out his name. "Get some rest." After Sinclair said this, he got off the bed. "What about you?" Camilla grasped at Sinclair's arm, the corners of her eyes filled with anxiety and worry. "Where are you going?" She didn't want Sinclair to go to the private room. Every time he managed his affliction with violence, it only made his condition worse. Reading through Camilla's thoughts, the corner of Sinclair's mouth tugged upwards slightly. "Don't worry, I'm just going to take a bath." Upon hearing this, Camilla instantly released his hand. "Go ahead, I'll rest first." As she spoke, she hurriedly lay down again, covering her face with her blanket. Sinclair's smile deepened, and he stepped out. A peaceful night. The next day. Camilla walked out of the room. Sinclair had not returned since he took a bath last night. She waited and eventually fell asleep, only waking up just now. She wondered where he had gone in the latter part of the night, whether anything had happened. Walking steadily while pondering the questions in her head, Camilla stopped suddenly as she neared the staircase, hearing a few hushed whispers. "Last night, there was absolutely no noise coming from boss Sinclair's room. Made me worry for nothing!!" "Who isn't? It's the same with all of us." "Seems like our Boss wife's medical skills are indeed exceptional. She could suppress boss Sinclair's condition in just a few days." "I don't think it's all about her medical skills only. Didn't you see the injury on boss Sinclair's mouth just now?" "I saw it, could it be the work of our boss wife's teeth?" "Our boss wife may appear gentle and delicate, but who knew she was so fierce!!" ······ Camilla: !! Indeed, out of desperation last night, she did bite Sinclair's lip. Could it be, it's that obvious? In the living room. "I'll take care of the birthday banquet arrangements. " Sinclair sat on the sofa, his handsome face as indifferent as ever. As if nothing happened last night. "If it's you handling it, of course grandpa can rest assured," grandpa Luther observed the brown wound on his grandson's lip, a faint smile on his face. "But this time, the focus of the birthday banquet should be on Camilla." He took a sip of his tea, then continued. "At that time, I will formally introduce Camilla as the madam of the Luther Family to all members of the Luther Family." "Mmm," Sinclair responded with a nod, raising his eyes toward the figure descending the stairs. At the same time, Camilla also looked up. The man's face was as handsome and refined as ever, with a brown scar that formed on the bitten area of his thin lips. Indeed, it was very noticeable and exceptionally eye-catching. She paused mid-step. What would grandpa and Uncle Carlos think of her? Suddenly, Camilla felt a strong urge to turn around and leave. However, grandpa Luther had already looked her way, following his grandson's gaze. Seeing Camilla, his smile became even more gentle and kind. "You're awake? Come to grandpa." Yesterday evening, Sinclair did not fall ill, and it was largely thanks to Camilla. The more he saw his granddaughter-in-law, the more he was sure they had made the right choice. Escape was futile for Camilla. She could only walk over and sit beside grandpa Luther. Luna Family villa. "Uncle Luna, auntie," Clara, with elegant makeup on her face, looked remorsefully at Mr. Luna and Mrs. Luna. "I'm deeply sorry for the incident involving Roman." She fiercely pinched the hand she held behind her, causing her eyes to instantly redden. "I really didn't realize that the other party was Camilla. I also didn't know that she, along with the Luther Family, could be so ruthless. I'm sorry, this was all my fault." Augustine and Victoria also offered apologetic smiles. Before they went to apologize, the three of them had prepared themselves to endure the Luna Family's wrath. However, the reaction of Mr. and Mrs. Luna completely exceeded their expectations. "Clara," Mrs. Luna's hand by her side clenched into a fist, her heart full of resentment, wishing she could kill Clara, but still, her face wore a genial smile. "Auntie understands, this is not your fault." She sighed, whispering her words. "If there is someone to blame, it's us, the Luna Family, for not being as powerful as others." This 'others', of course, referred to the Luther Family. Mr. Luna did not speak, his expression cold, yet not showing any discontent. Clara lifted her head, a gleam of joy flickering in the depths of her eyes. Is he being so agreeable? She thought at the least she would receive some scolding. The couple, Augustine, exchanged covert glances, sensing something was amiss. When the incident happened, the attitude of Mr. Luna and his wife was quite different. Could it be... that nothing happened to Roman? "Mr. Luna," Augustine looked worriedly at Mr. Luna. "How's Roman?" He sighed. "We were worried all night last night, so we thought we would come to check on him." Victoria nodded in agreement. "Clara.."Mr. Luna looked sapped of strength, his voice hoarse. "You should see for yourselves." As he spoke, he led the three of them into Roman's room. "Is this..." Seeing Roman on the bed, wrapped up like a mummy, Augustine and the others were taken aback. "Is it this serious?!" If it was indeed this serious, how could the Luna Family overlook them? Clara covered her mouth, wide-eyed. Could Roman end up vegetative in the future? "If that's really the case, all the strategies from before have been in vain." People of the Luther Family have been counted for, they merely suffered superficial injuries," After a brief eye contact with his wife, Mr. Luna solemnly began: "Resting for one or two months should be enough for full recovery." At his words, Augustin and Victoria finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Clara," Mrs. Luna took Clara's hand, speaking gently. " Roman said when he woke up, that you two are in a relationship?" In a relationship?! Clara was stunned. Roman is a well-known playboy in town, a master at avoiding commitment. There are countless women who have been rumored to be with him, but none have ever been acknowledged. It is precisely because of this. She would keep Roman on the hook, trying to secure the title of his official girlfriend. Who would have believed that Roman claimed him and her were in a relationship?! Augustine frowned slightly, as if he was pondering something. Victoria's eyes brightened, however. She knew that her daughter and Roman couldn't exactly be called a couple. But since Roman had already said so, why not take advantage of this situation to gain favor with the Luna Family. "That's right," Victoria looked at Clara, then continued nodding at Mrs. Luna. "Clara is indeed in a relationship with Roman." A glint of melancholy darted across the eyes of Mrs. Luna, but it was fleeting and undetected by others. She gave a slight nod, then looked at Roman with a sympathetic expression, followed by a sigh. "No wonder this child asked me not to blame Clara." Did Roman defend her? Upon hearing the comment, understanding washed over the faces of Augustine's and the two others, simultaneously relieving their apprehensions. No wonder the Luna Family took such an attitude. "Clara, if you two are in a relationship, we, the Luna Family, won't treat you as an outsider," Mrs. Luna gently escorted Clara to sit next to Romans bed, and kindly turned to look at her. "In the future, do visit Luna's household often to care for Roman" She sighed deeply. "The more he sees you, the better his mood will be, and it will help his injuries heal more quickly." Having Clara come to Luna's household frequently to care for Roman? Wasn't this equivalent to recognizing her identity? A flash of excitement shot through the eyes of Augustine and Victoria. Joy was evident in Clara's eyes, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "Don't worry, I will visit regularly to take care of Roman, it is the least I could do." Mrs. Luna gave a gratified nod. "Roman has a good eye for people, you're indeed sensible." After exchanging pleasantries, Augustine and his group eventually departed. "Pleased?" Watching their retreating figures, the kind expression on Mrs. Luna's face instantly shifted into one of glooms. "The delights are yet to come." Mr.Luna also wore a somber expression, full of unutterable gloom. In his mind, he was thinking back on the plan the man had proposed last night.