When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

She stared at them for a long moment, trying to assess the situation, then shook her head in disbelief as she noticed not only Enoch’s hands but also a handful of her panties stuffed into her pants pocket.

“You can’t be serious…”

She mumbled, her mouth open as if in denial of the sight before her. But the denial was short-lived.

“Enoch, you can’t possibly be… Then the panty thief from before couldn’t possibly be you…”

“Panty thief?” Carlisle looked at Abella as if he didn’t know what she meant, and then his mind flashed back to something she had said not long ago.

–“Mmm……. We used to be pretty close. He helped me gather herbs a few times. He also helped him with some unsavory things.”

–“Unsavory things?”

-Oh, I had a robber in my house once. Enoch helped me a lot then.

‘Was this the robber his mother was talking about? If so, it was even more unforgivable.’ Carlisle clenched his fists and tried to punch him in the face again.

But Abella was faster.

Thud, Thud, and Abella came forward with an angry step and kicked the fallen Enoch in the side.

“You crazy bastard!!! How could you do this, knowing how scared I was after what had happened?”

Puck, puck, thud, followed by Abella’s kick. At the sight of her, Carlisle slowly released his clenched fists.

“You scumbag, how dare you stand in front of me with your…?”

Abella was about to punch him in the face when a nervous Carlisle jumped to his feet and stopped her.

“Stop, Mother. Don’t hurt him. You’re hurting your hand.”

He was innocently worried about her hand. She could have slapped it. But she’d be very angry if she cut her hand on that piece of junk.

Carlisle wrapped his arm around her hand, trying to calm her. But Abella’s eyes were red from the betrayal she felt from Enoch, and she cursed repeatedly.

“I hate you!!! How could you think so little of me all this time, knowing everything?”

Abella lost her temper, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Carlisle’s heart sank as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“I believed you. I trust you, you horse shit!”

Carlisle didn’t know what words to say to calm her down. All he could do was pat her on the shoulder.

Enoch stumbled to his feet, and Carlisle punched him in the face again. Enoch fell to the floor, unharmed.

Bending down to be at eye level, Carlisle grabbed Enoch’s chin and spoke softly.

“How dare you hurt mom?”

A part of him wanted to bite down on that neck and tear the flesh to shreds. With a slow exhale, Carlisle barely resisted the urge, then grabbed Enoch by the neck and dragged him out of the house like a piece of luggage.

“Get out of here while you’re still alive. Don’t ever show yourself in front of Abella again.”

“Ew, ew…….”

“I will throw you to the beasts of the wild, where even the rats and the birds will not find you.”

With that, Carlisle kicked Enoch hard in the as$, and Enoch scrambled to his feet, clutching his battered buttocks.

“Son of a bitch…”

Carlisle cursed under his breath as he watched Enoch walk away. He wanted to kill him, not let him live. Of course, killing a human was no big deal, but…

He didn’t think Abella would be happy.

Fighting back his anger, Carlisle walked over to Abella, who was crouched on the floor alone.

“Mother…….”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gently patted her open eyes.

“Are you afraid of him? I’m sorry.”

“You, what the hell do you have to be sorry for, you idiot?”

Abella shivered unnecessarily, punching, punching, punching at Carlisle’s chest. Her anger hadn’t subsided yet.

“He sucks. I hate all boys.”

For a moment, Carlisle shuddered at the words. But that was all. He picked her up in his arms, stood up, and carefully placed her on the bed.

“I believed. I thought you were such a good friend.”

For some reason, Carlisle immediately thought of Leo.

-I believed…… How could you have hurt me?

Carlisle chewed his lip involuntarily at the flashbacks that flashed through his mind. He held Abella tighter in his arms.

Even as he shared the warmth of her embrace, his stomach churned.

* * *

That night, lying in bed, Carlisle heard something surprising from Abella.

“You were with someone?” he asked.

“No, we weren’t officially together,” Abella replied, pulling the blanket up to her neck. She struggled to recall old memories.

“He was the grandson of the chief of the neighboring village. He approached me so casually, so confidently, and talked about our future together. I guess I naively believed it could work out.

Carlisle furrowed his brow at this new revelation about Abella’s past. He wasn’t upset that she had considered a future with another man. He was just curious about what had happened to him.

“What happened to him?” Carlisle asked, his tail wagging gently. Abella touched his pointed ears.

“He just stopped showing up one day,” she said.

“Yes. When I visited the village to sell herbs, guess what I found?” Abella paused, then smiled awkwardly.

“It turns out he married the daughter of a wealthy merchant there,” she said, slightly disappointed.

Carlisle clicked his tongue.

“I suppose she’s a better match than a girl like me, without family or wealth,” Abella said with a cool smile, avoiding eye contact in embarrassment.

“Not that I had any real feelings for him, but it’s weird to see someone you used to see every day end up like that.

It felt like a little bit of a betrayal. and then I realized, ‘Oh, maybe I shouldn’t trust everything men say,'” she continued, reflecting on the situation.

Carlisle nodded, taking in her words. “But then again, we were never really something,” she added.

Abella let out a small yawn, feeling tired.

“That’s all in the past now,” she said quietly. Carlisle patted her belly without saying anything.

“I sometimes wonder,” Abella continued, “if he was just going to leave me like this, why did he do it?”

Carlisle squeezed Abella’s hand, trying to comfort her. He playfully tickled her with his fluffy tail, hoping to cheer her up. Fortunately, it seemed to work.

Abella’s thoughts raced, but then she focused on Carlisle’s tail. She couldn’t help but stroke it, wondering why it felt so good. Every time it wagged, the black fur brushed against the blanket. As she stroked it, she yawned again and rubbed her eyes, muttering to herself.

“It’s strange,” Abella remarked, “I usually doze off easily, but today I’m not sleeping much.”

Carlisle was surprised. Usually, he would fall asleep quickly after taking the Nephra herb.

‘I think she took the herb again today,’ he thought to himself.

Usually, the herb would put Abella to sleep almost immediately, but today she just yawned and yawned without really dozing off. Carlisle watched her closely, then asked gently, “You’re not feeling sleepy?”

“Yes, I’m a little tired,” Abella replied, “but not enough to fall asleep.”

Carlisle’s expression changed at her answer. He began to wonder how much herb he had given her that day.

He couldn’t remember the exact amount, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t much. Ever since the day Abella had called his name in her sleep, Carlisle had been haunted by fear.

He remembered that he had given Abella a larger dose of herbs than usual today, fearing a repeat of what happened last time. However, he still couldn’t fall asleep.

Fear surged through him, and his red eyes flickered nervously. The effects of the herb were fading, and Abella’s sleep was becoming lighter. There was only one possible explanation..