A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1572 - 309: I Will Be the One to Protect Your Warmth (Part 2)

Chapter 1572: Chapter 309: I Will Be the One to Protect Your Warmth (Part 2)

She had long forgotten, clearly, she was the younger sister, the one most in need of protection...

He was immersed in memories, from the time in their mother’s womb, the two grew together, competing for nutrients. He was born disabled, in a cold family, she brought warmth and hope to him, protecting him as he stumbled through growth.

His life had been declared dead the moment he was born; heaven took away his voice and hearing, so she became his mouth, his ears...

He seemed to see that stormy night, a small, frail boy kneeling in the pouring rain. No matter how big the storm, it couldn’t break his spine. With lips pressed and eyes stubborn, it was as if he had an indomitable determination.

But in the end, he was defeated by that woman’s ruthless heart. When he fell, he saw the scornful smile at the corner of her mouth, gorgeous yet as terrifying as the Devil.

The little boy died that rainy night, died under the ruthlessness of his biological mother. Since then, a vacant soul has drifted lonely in this world.

Perhaps not vacant, because there was still a last thread of warmth connecting him, giving him a final reason to not leave this cold world.

"Ha... haha." A broken laugh came from his throat, filled with the desolation of time, hoarse like a knife slowly cutting through skin...

It’s good to be dead, that way you will no longer feel the cold and darkness of this world.

Rest in peace...

I will replace you, live well, your obsessions, your warmth, your sister, I will achieve for you, protect in your stead...

He secretly vowed in his heart.

That consciousness that lingered in his mind finally began to withdraw like smoke, he seemed to still feel the pain of being severed at that moment. He held his head, rolling on the ground...

The world was finally quiet.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt thundered across the sky, shaking the earth like an earthquake.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, it illuminated the depth and cold in the young man’s eyes, akin to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a chilling murderous intent amid flickering blades and shadows covered by a layer of eerie chill, now shrouded in clouds and mist, hard to find again.

After some time, the young man groaned, struggling to get up, as if utterly exhausted, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, a streak of white appeared on the horizon, the night about to retreat, light enveloping the earth.

He slowly, step by step, walked toward the window. When the first rays of dawn penetrated the thin mist, enveloping the earth, he raised a hand to shield his eyes, squinting at the horizon.

The boy’s features were exquisite and delicate, long eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids, the dappled light and shadow obscuring the emotions in his eyes, his whole being enveloped in golden light, his tall silhouette faintly exuding a regal demeanor.

The young man raised his palm, looking at the intricate patterns crisscrossing it, a slow smile emerged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze deep and distant.

My life is my own to command, no one can control my destiny anymore.

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A maid came routinely to wash the boy’s face and inject nutrients, pushing open the door, only to see a tall figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette wrapped in golden light, indistinct yet inexplicably possessing a domineering presence, instinctively inciting fear, as if wanting to bow and worship at his feet.

The maid’s heart jumped. This feeling, this feeling... she had only ever experienced from the master of this palace...

The bed was empty and upon realization, the tray in her hand suddenly crashed to the ground. The maid covered her mouth, incredulous, taking a step back, a low growl escaping her throat before she abruptly turned and ran.

The boy lightly tilted his head, his features refined and unparalleled, skin as white as jade, smooth and elegant like a meticulously painted work of art, his long brows slightly raised, faintly exuding a sharp intent, thin lips slightly curled, showing a hint of bewitching allure.

A mocking smile lowly escaped his throat.

Soon, a person appeared at the door, a young man who looked meticulous and by-the-book; he was the palace’s Head Butler, Ziyu, the only servant allowed to move freely without having his tongue cut out.

The man’s gaze lightly swept over him, containing an underlying assessment, "Young Master, is there any discomfort in your body?"

The boy acted as if he hadn’t heard, not turning around.

The man thought for a moment, then secretly laughed; this boy was born deaf and mute, how could he hear his words?

Thinking this, he quickly walked over, standing beside the boy, first bowing slightly with enough respect, then opened his mouth, saying slowly word by word, "Young Master, is there any discomfort in your body?"

The boy lightly turned his eyes toward him; they were truly beautiful eyes, he silently admired, clear and spotless like black jade, prettily pure to an unbelievable degree.

The boy furrowed his brows, seemingly contemplating his words, wishing to smooth those brows...

Then the boy lightly shook his head.

Ziyu smiled, "Young Master, please sit back on the bed, the lady has invited a doctor to see you."

The boy frowned but obediently sat back on the bed.

Ziyu clapped his hands, and soon an old man with white hair and beard was pushed in. The old man staggered, muttering something in German, which the boy understood as: What do these little brats want with Grandpa?

The boy pressed his lips, smiling, looking at the old man, a hint of longing flashing deep in his eyes.

The old man saw the boy sitting on the bed, his pupils suddenly shrinking, wasn’t this...

He saw the man standing by the bed always watching him, coughed to suppress his surprise, walked over, using English, "Lie down," his tone not particularly nice.

The boy blinked his big eyes.

Ziyu repeated it in Chinese, only then did the boy obediently lie down.

The old man’s eyes twinkled, glancing at Ziyu standing by the side. He reached to unbutton the boy’s collar, taking out a stethoscope to listen to his heartbeat.

After a series of basic checks, he asked him to open his mouth to check his vocal cords. Then the old man circled to the other side, as if accidentally brushing against Ziyu, who immediately stepped back. In that brief moment of distraction, they quickly exchanged a glance.

"How is it?" Ziyu asked.

The old man leisurely put away his tools, blandly said, "The person has been lying for so long, multiple physical functions have gradually regressed; if he wants to regain them, he must slowly recuperate..."

"I meant his congenital deaf-muteness, is there any way to treat it?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The old man glared at him, "Have you ever seen someone born without an arm grow it back themselves?"

That remark left Ziyu speechless.

The old man snorted, "Living is already a miracle, curing congenital deaf-muteness, current medical technology hasn’t reached that level yet."

Ziyu clenched his fist, glanced at the boy, seeing him sitting on the bed, seemingly innocent, he secretly exhaled in relief.

"Sir, please leave."

The old man grunted, donned his backpack, and was about to walk out. Suddenly, at the door, he turned to look in the direction of the boy.

The boy’s eyes dark as night, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, beautiful like glass, yet more chilling like a blood flower.

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"The young master’s deaf-muteness, I’m afraid there’s no way to cure it." Ziyu bowed his head respectfully.

A faintly indifferent gaze landed on his head, making him instinctively bow lower.

"Uncurable is uncurable, after all these years, he probably has long gotten used to it." The woman’s voice was indifferent and cold.