Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 261
Chapter 261
“Maybe it’s because I’ve hurt you deeply that you started to understand me….”
He said in a whisper and slightly clouded eyes.
Aria was that kind of person.
She had avoided him because she didn’t want to hurt him.
Why she trailed Sabina around and listened to the stories was because she wanted to understand the one who had hurt her.
“There were things I shouldn’t have said. I knew, but I couldn’t control my impulses.”
“…”
“It’s my fault.”
Lloyd said as he knelt before her.
Aria’s words about how a single word could stick in someone’s heart for a lifetime, enough to make them kill, seemed to stick in Lloyd’s heart instead.
For fear that Aria would become like that.
For fear that he had made her that way.
A gnawing sense of guilt weighed on him all day.
“I’m sorry, Aria.”
The moment she heard those words, Aria felt the bitterness melt away in an instant.
At the same time, she was dumbfounded.
Of course, not seeing Lloyd for a week could have had an effect, but still…..so quickly.
“Do you think you’re the only one trapped in the past?”
Aria sighed and lowered her head. She whispered as she gently bumped her forehead against Lloyd’s.
“We are slaves of the past. Slaves who have just broken off their shackles and don’t know what to do.”
They had gained freedom, but neither of them knew how to truly enjoy it.
It was something that wouldn’t just get better on its own, it had to be overcome and learned.
“Lloyd knows my past very well.”
Not just Lloyd, but everyone in Valentine’s castle knew.
Aria didn’t intend to hide it, and in the first place, it was the pretext that made her come to Valentine’s castle.
“So Lloyd probably knew why I was so anxious when I first found out I’m having a child.”
That was probably why he had tried to comfort her without asking anything.
In the end, it was consumed by the trauma that had not yet been overcome.
“Now it’s Lloyd’s turn.”
Aria said so.
Perhaps she could have chosen to follow Lloyd’s advice and curse and hate him.
‘What would have been a unique opportunity was gone in an instant.’
But Aria couldn’t do that.
It was a pity for Luca, who had hoped for her to scold Lloyd.
“Yes.”
Lloyd looked up at her as if entranced and answered in a mutter.
He closed his eyes as he wrapped her cheek in his hand, resting his forehead against hers.
Just that alone brought a profound sense of relief as if her whole body was melting away.
Lloyd’s very first memory was eyes.
Bloodshot eyes.
The faded irises that looked almost white, rolled around and stared at Lloyd.
It was like a massive creature that existed only with those two eyes.
Lying in the crib, Lloyd couldn’t even make a whimper.
The newborn was overwhelmed by an immense force that it couldn’t bear.
“Again.”
A large hand reaching out towards him.
In the space engulfed only in darkness, the sharp sword in the hand caught the light and flashed.
“Again, the damn cursed blood.”
The foul odor wafting in the air.
The suffocating murderous intent that stifled his breath.
The man finally reached out for Lloyd’s neck, and he whispered,
“You shouldn’t have been born.”
Finally, the man’s hand touched his throat.
Simultaneously, he fell, with a blood boiling sound.
Lloyd saw it all.
It felt like it was foretelling his destiny.
Even if he was lucky enough to escape now, the future that awaited him would be nothing but death.
Someone swiftly lifted the gasping baby in their warm embrace.
And Lloyd closed his eyes.
“Ha… ****.”
Lloyd, hoisted his body out of bed and cursed as he rubbed his eyes.
It was this dream again.
“….?”
And Dana, who was carrying the washing water, looked like she couldn’t believe her ears.
What did her lovely young master who just turned three say?
“Young master, what did you just say?”
“Uh? ****.”
“N, no. Who would say such words to the young master?”
“Knight.”
“Those things… No.”
Dana, instead of getting angry, smiled brightly and tried to cover up what she had just said.
“Young master, what you just said is a very, very bad expression.’
“Bad?”
“Yes. You must never use it.”
Lloyd blinked his big eyes and obediently nodded.
Dana sighed with relief and wrung the water from the towel, wiping the child’s forehead and neck.
“You were sweating like this…. did you have a nightmare again?”
Lloyd didn’t answer.
He just gazed into the empty space with an expressionless face like a doll.
“Young master, if you tell me what kind of dream you had, you might feel a little better.”
Feel better.
It’s a disgusting feeling that made him want to throw up.
‘What’s the point of feeling better?’
It was going to repeat again tomorrow anyway.
If he had to wake up every morning with this feeling, it would be better to endure it silently.
With a sullen face, he got up.
Young Lloyd didn’t know what it meant to become numb and indifferent to pain, but he instinctively chose that path.
It was more about enduring than overcoming.
“Young master, where are you going?”
“The training room.’
At the boy’s words, veins throbbed on Dana’s forehead.
“Before you go, would you mind telling me who that knight said bad words to you?”
“Green hair.”
“Ah, thank you for letting me know.”
Dana seemed to immediately knew who it was, and she smiled kindly and waved her hand.
Lloyd walked down the hallway, holding a practice sword made for young children.
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