Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 137

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Chapter 137

“Sione, please.”
Ruthvich begged.
“Look at me. Won’t you?”
The moment Sione turned away, she refused to give Ruthvich even a glance again.
Ruthvich clung to her desperately.
He tried every way to change her mind, but to every plea and appeal, Sione remained cold.
As the situation stretched on like an endless parallel line, Ruthvich grew exhausted, and finally, he grew angry.
“This coldness of yours won’t change anything. Wouldn’t it be wiser to use me? I’d do anything for you.”
“Wiser?”
“Yes, wiser.”
“And what would change if I used you?”
“Something would change. You don’t even know what I’m capable of.”
“That’s a truly amusing load of nonsense.”
After that, Sione ignored Ruthvich even more thoroughly.
Enraged by her unyielding stance, Ruthvich abandoned her—but in the end, it was he who gave in first.
“What do I have to do? Sione, tell me. Please.”
“Give me up.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Then I have nothing more to say.”
“Why are you angry with me in the first place?”
Ruthvich genuinely could not understand Sione.
“Why am I angry, you ask?”
Sione felt the same incomprehension.
“You rewrote my entire life without my consent, and now you don’t even understand why?”
Sione’s hatred was blue and ice-cold.
“Do you want to undo our relationship?”
Those frigid eyes were so piercingly chill that Ruthvich could not muster a word in response.
“It’s too late.”
……
“If you wanted me to fall in love with you, you should have bargained with me, not with that man.”
Watching Sione, who would not even call her father by that name, Ruthvich asked in anguish:
“If you had bargained with me, would anything have changed?”
“At least I wouldn’t have come to hate you.”
Yet they both knew the truth.
That even if they returned to that moment, neither would make a different choice.
Ruthvich could not bear any harm coming to Sione.
But Sione would never stop striking at her father, even if it meant dying by his hand.
Destroying her father was her lifelong wish.
So there was no way she could forgive or love Ruthvich, who had sided with her father and shattered her plans.
“It’s not too late yet. Use me. Use me as much as you like, take your revenge on Halbern however you wish. I’ll help you.”
“Help? You? What could you possibly do?”
Sione laughed bitterly.
“My poor brother is already in that man’s hands, having his mind pickled in some twisted education. What could you possibly help with?”
Once something breaks, it cannot be mended.
Like creased paper that leaves wrinkles even when smoothed again, like shattered glass that bears scars even when glued back together, Sione had failed to protect Valere.
“What could you possibly do?”
The Other Side World—a place criminals cannot even perceive, a space where even those with the qualification require training and courage to navigate—finding and rescuing her brother from there was an impossible task even for Sione, whose Special Ability had manifested with unusual power.
In the end, that wretch of a father would destroy her brother.
The treasure she had held so dearly in her arms and would never let go—the one she cherished above all else.
All she could do was hope that her brother would make good use of the arrangements he had prepared for her.
Even if she explained this despair, this anguish, this sorrow, that man would not understand even a particle of it—yet Sione spoke nonetheless.
“You should at least know what you’ve destroyed.”
So that he would never dare speak such presumptuous words again.
“I swore an oath—that my brother, that Valere, would never have to live as I do.”
……
“You destroyed everything.”
Sione’s voice trembled thinly.
“I despise you.”
……
“And I pity you.”
Sione felt genuine compassion for Ruthvich, who grasped a rotted rope and never knew it was rotten.
“Even if you died, you would never obtain a single shred of my heart.”
A single misalignment.
A divergence of choice that spawned catastrophe.
A man desperate to turn back, and a woman who would not look behind.
The ending was already written.
“Then I’ll take the shell instead.”
“Try to. If you can.”

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It was from that moment that Rok Castle grew savage.
Sione was a woman who would die before breaking, and Ruthvich wanted to possess her even if it meant destroying her.
Since he already bore her hatred, what was the harm in being despised?
As long as Sione remained by his side.
It was impossible to tell whether he had lost his mind or she had.
Ruthvich knew he was not sane, but he could not name what this vicious feeling was.
Was this love?
He didn’t know. But if he couldn’t have Sione, he felt he would die.
The relentless craving showed no sign of being satisfied. His hunger only deepened, and Ruthvich clung to Sione all the more desperately.
He should have understood what it meant when a cunning, intelligent woman decided deliberately to turn him inside out.
The harder Ruthvich tried to destroy Sione, the more thoroughly she dismantled him.
There were times when Ruthvich, completely shattered, would cling to her again.
“I did it because I love you.”
“Love?”
Sione laughed without hesitation.
“That is love?”
“Sione.”
“You don’t love me.”
……
“You love yourself for mistaking yourself as loving me.”
Sione. My Sione, who would never be grasped in my hand.
Consumed by wounding each other, unable to stop even as everything around them turned to ruin.
Though his heart was torn to tatters, Ruthvich could not release Sione.
If he let go, he felt he would die.
Then came a day when they were deep in their mutual torment, grinding each other down with rooted hatred.
Suddenly, Sione vanished.
He knew she sometimes hid herself using the Halbern Ability, but never for this long.
“The Grand Duchess has disappeared. Search for her at once.”
He issued the order, but Ruthvich did not take it seriously.
‘She’ll come back soon.’
After all, her options were limited. Without his permission, she could not even leave the Southern Kingdom.
Yet it did not take him long to realize that this was not a simple outing, but an escape.

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It took a full year to find Sione.
In a remote village at the eastern edge of the Southern Kingdom, whose name he scarcely knew.
Sione, whom he met again against the backdrop of a cliff, bore the haggard marks of great suffering, yet she remained desperately beautiful.
“Come back with me, Sione.”
With the cliff stretching behind her, Sione smiled palely. It was then that Ruthvich’s expression froze.
A Black Dagger that Sione drew from her breast. The sinister black aura made Ruthvich squint.
“……What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m about to do?”
“Stop, Sione. Now, what are you……”
Turning the blade upon herself, Sione smiled faintly.
“You won’t be able to take anything from me. I’m going to make sure you can’t even take my shell.”
Ruthvich’s world went black that day.
She truly was a remarkable woman.
She had done exactly as she declared.
Sione had done nothing and merely suffered? Him?
That woman?
When it was she who cast him into the abyss?
Only the Black Dagger remained. Sione had disappeared.
She left nothing behind. Everything she had brought with her vanished somewhere, and only the things he had given her stayed, unused and intact.
“I thought she had vanished without leaving a trace anywhere in this world.”
Truly leaving nothing behind.
“But she left something with her brother.”
With the brother she loved.
And left a daughter who was the very image of herself.
She was truly a vicious woman.
In eyes dulled from rolling long in the mire, flames flickered. Unlike his own case, Ruthvich could not bring himself to care for Valere.
A younger brother who received Sione’s love in full measure, unlike himself.
“You must roll in the mire just as I have.”
Yes, this was jealousy, and this was rage.

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After prolonged insomnia and a deteriorating condition, Ruthvich closed his eyes for a moment.
“Is the preparation complete?”
“Yes. We have obtained Arelin’s blood.”
A Protective Stone Fragment from the Faital Imperial Family that would prove she was his biological daughter.
Arelin’s blood.
Ruthvich had been anticipating this. Once he revealed she was his biological daughter, he could completely take Arelin away from Valere.
It should have worked.
“It—it shows no reaction.”
The fragment that should have resonated showed no movement whatsoever.
“Could something be wrong?”
“No. Even a single drop of blood that shares lineage will always cause a reaction.”
Which meant.
Arelin was not Ruthvich’s child.
“Ha. Sione.”
Hit with an unexpected blow, Ruthvich let out a hollow laugh.

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