Heavy Rain Chapter 52

‘Living here, I realized the Vermouths actually aren’t all that special. It means you aren’t exactly in a position to hold your head up so stiffly.’

‘Dam… n it….’

‘How does it feel to be shoved into the dirt? I wonder if our young master is experiencing this for the first time?’

The helpless feeling he experienced for the first time resembled a mud pit. It was a very uncomfortable sensation, gloomy and heavy, as if it were about to swallow Lyle whole. A fierce unpleasantness consumed him, burning with the stench-ridden things as fuel. He felt appallingly pathetic for being toyed with by such a thing.

The moment he clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, a slightly different kind of fire erupted inside Lyle. The moment he realized he had the strength within him to resist such a lowly pheromone attack, Lyle did not hold back.

He had no desire other than to wipe that beggar-like Omega’s face away from his sight immediately.

‘Was this, fuck, a dominant? Ugh…!’

‘Get out of my sight.’

Pheromones laced with murderous intent were too heavy and solid for a boy to emit. Turning pale, the Omega trembled and crawled away to the opposite side to escape him.

Gazing at the Omega leaving behind a pathetically dirty trail, Lyle ground his teeth. Could his father, who brought such a thing into this mansion, feel any more pathetic than this?

He would have thought it was simply a dirty incident passing through, however unpleasant it may have been.

If only that night, the terrible headache that would haunt him for the rest of his life had not begun.

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‘What is wrong with him! Doctor!’

‘Have… Have there been any instances of heavy contact with an Omega’s pheromones recently….’

‘What? The only Omega in this mansion is me and… that damn whore-son, could it be….’

He could hear the doctor fumbling at his mother’s sharp, fierce tone. While suffering from a high fever, Lyle vaguely understood the situation. My body is hurting like this because of that Omega’s pheromones.

After suffering for several days, Lyle shook off his illness and rose with a heavy head. The results of a new detailed examination revealed that he was a dominant.

However, his mother did not rejoice.

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When he asked about the reason for the headache, the doctor looked flustered and attached machines to him again in clusters. He said the test results showed it was because the organs that sense pheromones were extremely developed.

He called it a result worthy of an outstanding dominant, but Lyle was merely indifferent. Was it not simply that his headache grew worse because he could smell this kind of stench even better? The statement that he had to resolve his pheromones more frequently and intensely than others was nothing short of a terrible sentence.

‘You became a dominant after being hit by that kind of whore’s pheromones? You’re just like your father.’

Upon seeing the results, his mother nearly fell into a fit. However, Lyle, who was now exhausted, ignored everything because it was a nuisance. It was inconsistent criticism, not even worth dealing with. It was the appearance of a child who had realized too early that the words of parents are not everything.

‘A dominant?’

The words of his father, whom he met after a long time, were dry. It was another indifferent response, different from his mother’s hysterical reaction.

Lyle really didn’t care about any of this anymore. It was just that the persistent, faint headache was quite bothersome.

Shortly after becoming a dominant like that, “that accident” occurred.

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Bang, bang! A bone-chilling sound tore through the silence.

Lyle, who had been sleeping lightly because of his headache anyway, slid out of his seat. Even in his hazy mind, the impression that the sound he just heard was strange flickered by.

By the time he felt that the surroundings were strangely noisy, Lyle felt he had to check outside due to a bizarre premonition.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he heard a gunshot once more.

As soon as he recognized it was a gunshot, Lyle began to move quickly. Who on earth was shooting a gun in the Vermouth mansion?

Just as he was wondering if he should pack a gun for self-defense as well, another gunshot rang out. Screams occasionally echoed through the yard. After that, a cold silence flowed down as if nothing had ever happened.

His footsteps headed toward one side as if possessed. From a certain point, he began to feel the unpleasant smell of the Omega, his mother’s pheromones, and even his father’s pheromones.

It was a night with a bright moon, of all things, and Lyle only realized he was barefoot after stepping onto the grass of the outer yard.

‘….’

He saw servants running toward him from the surroundings as if to stop him. However, Lyle walked forward with his gaze fixed straight ahead. He coldly brushed off all the hands that grabbed him roughly. After repeating it a few times, no one stopped him anymore.

He knew many people were watching him from behind, but the surroundings were chillingly silent. So much so that the sound of him stepping on the grass, crunch, crunch, could be heard.

At the end of the yard he approached, his mother and father were lying.

It was a wretched sight. His father had a hole near his heart. His mother’s face was damaged beyond recognition. Seeing the gun held in her hand, he could tell where the commotion of this night had originated.

Tilting his head slightly, Lyle felt another sense of doubt about this situation. What on earth were those traits that something like this would happen?

Then, suddenly, the soles of his feet became damp. The bright red blood flowing from them had reached him before he knew it. It was as if to indicate that traits were inherited like this.

‘…Young master….’

Mark, who was the Butler at the time and the first to come to his senses, called him. Unlike his terrifyingly trembling voice, Lyle commanded calmly.

‘Silence the surroundings, and call the security team.’

‘….’

‘And contact the main office and tell them to bring the surveillance footage.’

A startled Mark tried to dissuade him, but Lyle did not break his stubbornness. Looking at their blood which had now completely soaked the soles of his feet, he simply realized one thing.

I will never be able to love this thing called traits in the future.

That was the day Lyle had just turned fifteen.

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That night, one more body was found in the mansion. It was his father’s mistress.

In the CCTV footage, the scene of his mother shooting her in the stomach and head was clearly recorded. Later, autopsy results showed that his father’s seed was inside the mistress’s stomach. The reason why his mother’s muzzle headed for the stomach first was all too clear.

An Alpha’s knotting is achieved with a firm will. Why did his father make such a choice?

“….”

Lyle does not think his past is pitiable. Because the only time those things could have been even a small wound was when Lyle was much younger.

Once the event actually happened, what remained for Lyle was not sadness, but loathing and contempt.

That was why Lyle couldn’t believe it. The fact that he had ended up doing to Haejin the very thing he had loathed so deeply.

And he couldn’t understand it. This desire to keep Haejin by his side nonetheless.

“Mr. Bright is said to have skipped dinner.”

“….”

At the news from the mansion delivered by the secretary, Lyle wiped his face anxiously. Since he had done that kind of thing last night, Haejin had not eaten. Lyle was driven to the point of madness by the news that he had been lying down with only the blankets over his head since morning.

He didn’t remember well how he endured this day at the company. Delusions of the past and his transgressions intertwined, continuously stirring up a great loathing for himself. For the first time in his life, Lyle felt an impulse to shoot himself in the head.

“This is the end of the items to report today, shall I take you to the penthouse?”

“…No, let’s go to the mansion.”

He couldn’t hold out any longer. Lyle, who had barely finished the day, decided to stop searching for the cause of why he was in this state.

It felt as if he could only breathe again once Haejin put something in his mouth.

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Inside the dark room. Haejin held his breath blankly under the covers.

When you hold your breath like this, over and over, there comes a moment when your mind suddenly sinks deep down. A strange state of neither being asleep nor awake. Although the room temperature was always kept warm, he felt as if he were surrounded by chilly air.

A bell rang from outside. He felt like he had heard it a while ago, but he didn’t know if it was continuing to ring or if time had just zipped by in the meantime.

“Jin.”