When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Tolerance.

He had secretly expected it but had refused to admit it, instead pretending ignorance. Now that he was confronted with the truth, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. It meant, bitterly, that his days of intimacy with Abella were numbered.

Carlisle maintained a casual expression, speaking casually despite feeling nervous and anxious inside.

“It’s already midnight.”

“I see. Why can’t you sleep at this hour?”

“You might be tired tomorrow, so why don’t you get some sleep?”

Carlisle’s eyes betrayed a sense of sadness as he spoke.

“Ugh. Come on, baby, let’s go to bed.”

Despite the comforting touch, Carlisle couldn’t help but smile. Abella’s resistance to the drug meant that she wouldn’t be able to hold him tonight, not even for a moment.

It wasn’t long before he heard a small, steady breath next to him. She must have fallen asleep.

A part of him wanted to climb on top of her, feel her p*ssy, and rub his c*ck against her like he always did.

However, Carlisle had a gut feeling that he should resist his lust and be patient tonight, so he did not act on it.

It was a sleepless, troubled, and, in many ways, depressing night.

Carlisle forced his eyes shut. He counted sheep and tried to sleep. He ignored the sweet smell of flesh wafting past his nose.

He was doing better than he had expected.

He wondered if the day was ending, but then he smelled a bad dog odor in the house.

In a state of drowsy confusion, he recognized a familiar scent. His ears perked up with excitement.

“It smells like…”

Carlisle suddenly jumped up and followed the scent to its origin. He opened the old window, allowing the chilly air and the unpleasant odor of a dog to enter with a creaking sound.

“Are you here to kill me?”

Carlisle looked at the visitor, a small, shivering boy with gray hair – Leo.

“Help me!” pleaded Leo.

“You’re out of your mind,” Carlisle retorted.

“Please, Carl. I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” Leo’s sentence trailed off as Carlisle aggressively grabbed him by the collar.

“A lot to ask? How is this a lot to ask?” Carlisle’s sharp teeth were exposed as he threatened Leo.

“When have you ever not tried to harm me, and now you want my help, even though you’re crazy? You’re mad, disrespectful, and taking after her?” Carlisle’s anger was evident.

Leo paused, then shook his head, looking confused.

“What do you mean by trying to kill you?” Leo asked, confused.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, you disgusting bastard,” Carlisle snapped, grabbing Leo by the throat without hesitation. He began choking him forcefully, causing Leo to struggle and cough.

“Oh no… kek, kek… I’m a pet, connected to Esha… and Esha died,” Leo managed to choke out between coughs.

When Esha was mentioned, Carlisle’s expression darkened briefly as he thought about it.

“I can’t understand why you would come to me without fear…” Carlisle muttered.

“If you came because you love her, then yes. It wouldn’t make sense for you to be here alone unless you wanted to die.”

Carlisle considered killing them both, but then he remembered Abella, sleeping peacefully and unaware of the world.

Carlisle loosened his grip on Leo. He clicked his tongue in frustration. Leo walked up and down on the floor, gasping for breath.

“There’s a weirdo trying to touch Esha,” Leo blurted out.

“That’s good news,” Carlisle said with a sneer. He felt irritated by Leo’s request for help because Esha had always been a nuisance to him. If only he could get rid of her, everything would be perfect.

Ignoring Leo’s plea, Carlisle turned away, but Leo’s voice echoed behind him once more.

“Carl, please consider that your pet might be your next target.”

Carlisle’s eyes widened at the mention of his mate, Abella. Leo persisted despite Carlisle’s discomfort, undeterred.

“This guy, Enoch, is trying to harm Esha right now. Please help,” Leo urged.

At the mention of Enoch, Carlisle’s expression soured visibly. He did not attempt to hide his disgust, as if he had just tasted something repulsive.

Enoch was caught stealing underwear before and beaten up for it. Carlisle found him in a similar situation and was not amused. Abella’s involvement with someone like Enoch was beyond his understanding.

Carlisle frowned, feeling bitter about the situation. He despised Enoch. He couldn’t understand why he had to save Esha.

Turning to Leo, Carlisle remained troubled.

“Please, I’m begging you,” Leo pleaded, shaking his head. But Carlisle remained unmoved.

“I don’t want anyone to think we’re related. You’re shamelessly disgusting,” Carlisle said with disdain.

Leo’s mere presence fueled his anger, and he felt the urge to crush his head right then and there.

He hated Abella’s best friend simply because she belonged to Abella. When Leo pleaded for help, he felt an overwhelming urge to destroy everyone involved, not just Esha or Leo.

“Carl, please,” Leo begged, his voice shaky.

Carlisle stood there, staring at Leo in silence. Leo remained motionless, unaware of Carlisle’s thoughts.

“Please, Carl, remember the old times,” Leo pleaded desperately.

“The old times?” Carlisle’s eyes narrowed, his expression cold. He sneered in disgust.

“What fond memories do you want me to recall? Oh, the old one where you almost vomited on me and touched me inappropriately?

He had sharp fangs that looked threatening, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“Facing you like this brings back painful memories,” Carlisle remarked bitterly. “I thought I was going to die back then. If I had died without taking revenge on my kind, I would have wandered the world in frustration. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.”

Leo, who had been looking down in disbelief, raised his head in confusion.

“Wait a minute. I know I’m asking for your help, but what did you just say?”

Leo interrupted coldly, stating that he never intended to kill his blood in such a manner.

“It was tough to be hated, but it seemed like my destiny,” said Carlisle. His tone was bitter.

Leo listened, his expression filled with disbelief.

“I used to trust you,” Carlisle admitted.

Carlisle’s sneer deepened.

“So much for not properly killing a worthless idiot.”

“Carl, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re fully aware of what I’m talking about.”

“I honestly have no clue…”

Leo shook his head, indicating his ignorance. But Carlisle’s frustration only intensified. He grabbed Leo’s neck again, his teeth bared threateningly.

“Don’t feed me that nonsense about not knowing. If you do, I’ll end you.”

“I really don’t know anything!”

“You don’t know? You threw a poisoned pheasant at me yourself and you claim ignorance?”

Leo furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Don’t try to justify yourself. I’m running out of patience.”

“Carl, please, I swear I never did that. I swear on my life, I swear on my heart to the god Wulk!!!”

Carlisle hesitated. Leo strongly denied it. An oath to a god. Like Carlisle, Leo was the son of their race’s leader.

Feeling the gravity of Leo’s oath, Carlisle couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.