The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 225

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“I will not recover your corpse.”

At the cold voice, Karin raised her head.

In the darkness, she could see Alexandra’s face looking down at her.

Karin answered with a cracked voice.

“You can throw it to the dogs for all I care. As long as you spare Adrian.”

Alexandra burst into laughter.

“It seems you’re under a misunderstanding.”

Alexandra’s eyes flashed sharply.

“My decision to spare Adrian’s life is certainly not because of you.”

She looked down at Karin with contemptuous eyes.

“I’m keeping that child alive, first, because I don’t want to punish the innocent. Adrian doesn’t resemble you in the slightest.”

“….”

“That child knows where he belongs. He didn’t lie cowardly or run away to save himself. That young one asked to be executed together with you.”

Karin’s expression became blank.

Alexandra spoke to such Karin, emphasizing each word.

“So you pray until the end that the child doesn’t resemble you. Until you die, no, even after you die, keep praying.”

“….”

“If he resembles you even a little. I will personally eliminate that child myself. And secondly.”

Alexandra, whose emotions were intensifying, caught her breath and continued.

“Tian forgave Adrian. My gentle and wise grandson accomplished something even I found difficult. He really did it.”

Karin’s pupils trembled faintly.

“You took away a mother from Tian. Not content with trying to steal his position, you even tried to take away his father.”

Finally, tears mixed with anger flowed down Alexandra’s cheeks.

“But Tian embraced Adrian, your spawn. Being foolishly kind to a pitiful degree. Like an idiot!”

Alexandra roughly wiped her cheeks with her wrinkled hands.

“I will certainly give your corpse to the dogs. I’ll let the beasts tear it apart!”

She glared at Karin for a long time before coldly turning around, slamming the prison cell door shut as she left.

Karin couldn’t take her eyes off that door for quite some time.

A week later.

“I will probably go to hell.”

Sharon muttered while looking at a reagent bottle with bubbling water.

Isabel’s eyes widened as she turned her head.

“What’s with that sudden talk?”

“There must be more than a few souls who perished at Jayden’s hands. How resentful and painful it must have been for them all when they departed.”

Sharon clenched her fists while looking at the medicine bottle in Isabel’s hands.

“The Dowager Empress left Jayden’s treatment to me. But sending him off comfortably without pain might be too much to ask for.”

At those words, Isabel’s hand that was rattling the bottle stopped.

She pondered for a moment before answering.

“I heard from Annellia. About what my brother has been doing all this time.”

Sharon looked at Isabel.

“Harming helpless animals when he was young is still problematic, but there weren’t as many cases of killing innocent people as I thought.”

At those words, Sharon sighed.

“It’s not like there were none at all.”

“Still. Those who died at my brother’s hands were generally people with wrong ambitions or those who were cunning and wicked. Such people were convenient to use, so he kept them around and disposed of them when things went wrong.”

“Then you. Jayden sent people to harm you. You were seriously injured because of that incident.”

Isabel nodded.

Then she turned around, poured the boiling potion into the reagent bottle, and said.

“Then let’s have my brother choose.”

Sharon’s eyes widened.

“Have Jayden choose?”

Isabel shook two bottles with different colored caps.

“One is medicine that lets you go comfortably without pain. The other causes terrible agony until the moment your breath stops.”

Sharon closed her mouth.

“Mother, meet with him once and ask. What he wants to do.”

Sharon couldn’t answer easily.

Isabel sighed softly and added.

“Actually, I wonder if it really matters whether there’s pain involved or not at this point.”

“Why?”

“The greatest pain will come from the fact that life itself is ending anyway. And… I’m also worried about Mother.”

Isabel quietly stared at Sharon.

“Annellia seemed to think differently, but I was against this situation. Why does Mother have to handle my brother’s treatment? There’s no need to go that far.”

“….”

“Mother didn’t have to give my brother the suicide order. This is too cruel. Not to my brother, but to Mother.”

Sharon remained silent.

However, after a while, she got up from her seat and muttered.

“…I’ll go meet him.”

Isabel’s eyes widened.

“Listening to your words helped me organize my thoughts. What kind of feelings I spent the past 7 years with. Why I begged to let me decide Jayden’s treatment with my own hands.”

Sharon gently patted Isabel’s shoulder.

“Since I started this, I’ll finish it with my own hands. Thank you, Isabel.”

Isabel looked at the door Sharon had left through, then gripped the medicine bottle in her hand tightly.

Medicine that would let one depart peacefully like falling asleep the moment it’s consumed.

Medicine that would cause pain to the drinker until their breath stopped.

Watching Sharon’s retreating figure, she felt she knew what Jayden would choose.

“It will be the evening two days from now.”

At Sharon’s voice, Jayden opened his eyes.

After awakening from the hallucination, he was confined again to the solitary cell he had used for 7 years.

However, this time there were no ropes binding his body, nor any anesthetics.

Jayden no longer tried to escape.

He made no attempts to leave the room or harm anyone.

“Karin will be transferred to the Imperial Capital tomorrow. The hanging will be carried out in the town square the morning after. And you….”

“….”

“Isabel has prepared poison to give you.”

Jayden looked at Sharon silently.

She was sitting on a chair some distance away from the bed.

“I came to tell you that if you want to depart comfortably without pain, I can arrange that for you.”

However, at the words that followed, Jayden slowly sat up.

And answered firmly.

“There’s no need for that.”

Cold silence descended upon the room.

Sharon stared at Jayden with a complex expression, unable to continue speaking.

After a long while, she rose from her seat.

“Understood. I’ll convey that.”

At that moment, Jayden’s voice stopped her.

“Do you know there isn’t a single mirror in the West Wing?”

Sharon hesitated.

Jayden was looking at Sharon with a faint smile.

“It’s true. There are no mirrors here at all. Not long after the previous head passed away, I smashed them all. I threatened the servants that I’d kill them if they brought even one mirror, and since then, no one has brought any mirrors.”

Sharon’s brow furrowed.

She frowned as she tried to interpret what Jayden’s words meant.

Then Jayden added.

“Even you can see that we really do look quite alike.”

Sharon’s pupils trembled.

“I got angry every time I looked in the mirror. Because we resembled each other so much. Because anyone who saw you would think I was molded to look like you.”

“….”

“Why on earth am I not your child? Why am I not Lloyd Abner’s son, not your son?”

“….”

“Why did good people like you have to take me in… and have to see such a sight?”

Finally, Sharon’s eyes began to redden.

Jayden watched her and said.

“I’m not afraid of pain.”

“Jayden, you…!”

“Please tell Belle I was sorry.”

“….”

“And please make it painful, so painful that the moment my breath stops will be welcome.”

Sharon’s fists trembled.

She started to say something more but closed her mouth.

And she turned around with a devastated expression.

But just before opening the door to leave, a quiet voice came from behind her.

“…It wasn’t because of you.”

Sharon’s feet froze in place.

“It was all my fault. I couldn’t grasp it. That hand you extended to me again and again, so many times.”

Behind Sharon’s trembling back, Jayden’s wet voice echoed.

“So if I happen to have a next life. If I meet you again then.”

“….”

“I’ll take it then. Your hand… no, Mother’s hand… before it’s too late.”

Sharon came outside and closed the door.

And she began walking down the corridor with slow steps.

Just as Jayden had said, there were no mirrors in the West Wing.

Not even a single small hand mirror.

Sharon’s body slowly collapsed.

Sharon, who had sunk to the floor, began to sob.

The sound of crying echoed through the West Wing for a long time.

Meanwhile, at the end of the corridor.

There was someone watching that scene from behind a large decorative cabinet.

“…So that’s where he is.”

Adrian gulped and blinked his eyes as if worried.

And he muttered.

“Where that person is.”

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