This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 226

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Chapter 226

Translator: Yonnee

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‘I never trusted them in the first place, but despite all the caution, it seems I’ve been hit by the axe I was so wary of.’

Involuntarily letting out a sigh, Reina licked her lips.

‘If Resacillin has been passed on, then House Bohr must already have quite a bit of information about the Resa Consortium.’

Just as she was piecing the situation together, Paul tilted his head.

“Not surprised?”

“…….”

Had she experienced too many ‘surprises’ by now?

Reina’s ‘surprise threshold’ had significantly increased, and as her breathing steadied, this situation seemed relatively ‘manageable’ compared to the other crises she had gone through as of late.

‘Besides… I did anticipate that House Bohr would be the biggest opposer.’

Moreover, scenarios where the existence of ‘Resa’ is discovered by the nine families had always been anticipated.

“I expected some resistance.”

“As expected, our Reina isn’t a fool but brave.”

And now, ‘Resacillin’ wasn’t the main issue.

‘Paul… what’s going on with you?’

Even if ‘Resacillin’ were leaked, the capability to actualize it remained only with Reina’s people.

‘But Paul…’

Was it because of the bizarre behavior Paul had shown previously? How he was acting right now overwhelmed her more than the fact that House Bohr had become a trojan horse.

Having approached Reina, Paul leaned down to meet her eye level. She stared back at him and asked,

“So, what are you going to do with me now?”

Paul’s voice settled heavily like dawn mist.

“I should have done this from the beginning.”

“What?”

Cold fingers touched the edge of Reina’s lips.

“Instead of staying by your side as a friend, or whatever the hell I was to you, I should have just greedily coveted you from the start.”

She involuntarily shivered at the sudden chill.

“Did you really not know, Reina?”

The confidence she had just moments ago dissipated, replaced by a wave of anxiety.

It felt like a conversation that should never be heard, nor known was about to spill from his lips.

“What do you mean, ‘Did I not know’…?”

He pushed out a bitter laugh.

“That I like you.”

Truly. She was not expecting this.

“What did you say…?”

In these days when nothing seemed to go as planned, this was truly an unforeseen development.

Cold sweat began trickling down her back.

“Indeed. You might not have known. You seem smart but are actually quite foolish, our Reina.”

Shocked by a confession more surprising than the leak of confidential information, she eventually lost her words.

Unsure of how to react, she opened and closed her lips repeatedly, prompting Paul to gently grasp her bound hands.

“Reina. I’ve loved you for a very long time. So now, I’m trying to be a bit greedy.”

* * *

When was it that Paul Bohr realized he was different from others?

More precisely, when he became aware that his ‘mother’ was different from others.

“Paul, my child. It’s okay, you don’t have to cry. It’s all part of the process.”

His mother’s consolation was always gentle and warm.

Yes. Such consolation was definitely tender. The only problem was that it followed a terrible punishment.

“Humans are creatures of adaptation. So, you will soon adapt to this pain.”

Could that statement even be processed? Already bound hand and foot and beaten to a pulp, he had long since lost consciousness.

Shackled and bound, the little boy struggled like a writhing worm just to survive.

“Hiic… Mother… It hurts so much…”

“Child. Didn’t I tell you clearly? For someone who will lead the family, emotions are a luxury.”

Why? But why? The head of the family, after all, was a human being too. So, they would feel pain as well…

But Paul couldn’t spill those boiling words out loud. The moment he did, he’d only prolong his stay in this dreadful and chilling dungeon.

“So, you shouldn’t say it hurts, yes?”

“I’m sorry, Mother…”

Forcing out apologies like swallowing food he didn’t want to eat, Paul, blood-soaked and blind, desperately clung to his unseen vision.

His mother’s pale skin, unblemished by a single speck of dust, caught his gaze.

Under the sunlight, that face seemed so radiant, but once inside this underground prison, it became as cold as a corpse devoid of a soul.

Perhaps because of that stark contrast, an unexplained tightness and ache twirled around his diaphragm.

Unable to hold back any longer, his sobs burst into the air.

“Hiiic…”

Honestly, he couldn’t call his mother ‘kind’. Behind the mask, Grace Bohr was clearly not the shining sun everyone knew, but rather like the relentless winter, capable of freezing everything in its path.

Nevertheless, he yearned for the maternal love he hardly received. He desperately craved the care of a family he never knew.

So, he begged his mother for attention with desperation.

“Hicc… It hurts… Mother… It hurts so much…”

If this is what it means to be a successor of the family, I don’t want to be one. So, please… Please take pity on me.