Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 340

Chapter 340

The voice was so low and monotone that it was initially hard to discern.

Duke Valentine’s patience had long since been exhausted. He was almost at the point of filling that with Duke Amarante’s blood right now.

“I really don’t know anything! I just received the news, and my precious son, my son…”

The Duke’s facade crumbled, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. It was terrifying and unjust to be questioned while also having lost his own son. He began to understand why Valentine, despite carrying the burden of a hero, was still labeled the devil.

Above all, the nightmare of what might have happened to his second son, or perhaps what had already happened, caused his tears to flow endlessly.

Lloyd watched the middle-aged man sobbing uncontrollably and said quietly.

“Come.”

“…What?”

“Follow me. Since your son is missing, you should search for him yourself.”

Duke Amarante, staring blankly at the scene, hurriedly followed behind him.

It was precisely fifteen days ago before the four children—Elaina, Luca, Ugo, and Astin—went missing.

Elaina had a dream.

It was a dream featuring an unfamiliar landscape with people in strange attire.

“What is this?”

Waking up, Elaina rubbed her eyes and muttered. It was still dark, meaning that dawn hadn’t arrived yet. She felt like she had been through a crisis with someone, crying a lot and laughing and chatting freely.

Her chest felt heavy, and her stomach was uneasy, but she didn’t know why. She couldn’t remember the dream at all, as dreams usually fade away.

“Ella?”

At the sound of a voice, Aria opened her eyes and, seeing Elaina awake, pulled her into a tight hug and asked.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

A nightmare? Was it a nightmare?

Feeling a strange urge to cry, it did seem that way.

Still…

Elaina blinked and replied.

“It wasn’t scary.”

“Ah.”

Aria, interpreting Elaina’s words as positive, hugged her even tighter. Meanwhile, Lloyd, lying lazily across from them and silently observing, pulled all three of them—Elaina, Aria, and even Astin—into his arms.

From the very morning, Elaina’s parents were overwhelming with love.

“Ugh?”

Astin, having been squeezed in between like a sandwich, fussed for a moment before settling back into a deep sleep.

Elaina glanced down at her younger brother, who had nerves as tough as whale tendons, and said.

“Mom, Dad, you’re smothering me.”

“Is that so? Are you scared?”

“Mom, didn’t I just say I wasn’t scared?”

“Yes, yes. Mom knows everything.”

“Oh, really!”

Knows everything? Elaina shook off Aria and Lloyd’s pressure from both sides and jumped out of bed with determination.

“I was just dreaming nonsense, and I wasn’t scared. I was just happily running around… oh.”

As she continued speaking, she stopped abruptly when she saw Lloyd’s face. Seeing her father’s expression, a fragment of the dream she thought she had forgotten suddenly came back to her.

“There was someone who looked like you.”

Me? Lloyd pointed to himself and tilted his head slowly.

“Yes, the face was almost the same, but he was bigger than you. His hair was shorter too.”

At this, both Lloyd and Aria exchanged looks as if they had realized something.

“Could it be…?”

“Perhaps…”

What is it?

Elaina, noticing the stern look on Lloyd’s face and the anxious expression on Aria’s, asked.

“Is it dangerous?”

“No, no.”

Aria quickly composed herself and shook her head.

“It’s just a bit of a nuisance. Mom and Dad will handle it…”

“A prophetic dream?”

“…Ella, didn’t Mom tell you not to read my mind while I’m speaking?”

Aria squeezed her eyes shut in resignation, but it was too late—everything was already revealed.

This was because Elaina’s sparkling, shooting-star-like eyes had the effect of disarming anyone who looked at them.

Aria sighed and explained.

“The Valentines can foresee the future through dreams.”

“Really? Can I do it too?”

“Only Valentines can.”

However, Aria added that it wasn’t as grand as the term ‘prophetic vision’ might suggest.

“When our ancestors want to communicate something to the Valentines, they use dreams or intuition to convey their messages.”

“Hmmm.”

Unfortunately, Elaina couldn’t recall any specific details.

‘What did the ancestors want to say? Nothing came through at all.’

Elaina only realized it after seeing her father, who looked exactly like the ancestor.

Elaina kept groaning and wringing her head.

“I can’t remember anything…”

“Not even one thing?”

“No. At least I can tell it wasn’t a vision of the Valentine estate… Is that okay? I hope nothing serious happens because of me.”

“That’s unlikely. If Ella can’t remember, there’s probably a good reason.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Aria answered firmly, and Lloyd added.

“Don’t be concerned. There’s absolutely no need to worry.”

“Leave it to us and go be with Luca.”

In truth, Lloyd and Aria were both suppressing their anger.

Previously, they had been told that prophetic dreams generally occurred when there was chaos or imbalance in the world. For ancestors to burden a child with such a dream—what kind of responsibility were they trying to impose?

Is it that there’s no basic common sense that adults shouldn’t ask such things of an immature child?

Does being an ancestor mean anything goes?

Where did they leave their age?

“…”

Well, that’s intense. Elaina read the thoughts of the two but pretended not to notice as she left the room.