Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 443. Family Dispute 2

K: [Calm down, I don’t care about his yapping.]

I looked at the man confronting his mother. He seemed to have been well cared for; he had gained weight and a bit of muscle since the last time I had seen him.

Just from the shape his body was in, he looked like he did when my mother was still alive.

As if he had finally found a new goal.

I smirked. Why do I have the feeling that this newfound goal is connected to me?

He thought I took his wife, so why the fuck should he doubt for a second that I took his mother as well?

Just that his face had clearly aged; his eyes had become a bit more sunken, but all in all, it was true that hatred could give one back the will to live.

Hatred or revenge...

Was he a good father before my mother died?

Yes.

Though not the best, which was just because sometimes two people don’t click, there is no immediate connection, and sometimes... this person you feel no real relation to is related to you.

Regarding my father, he wouldn’t click with his children, but only with his wife.

But I have indeed received hugs, advice, help, toys, and smiles.

But that was in another life.

Seeing him claim my grandmother was an imposter, treating her without an ounce of respect, I surprisingly didn’t feel sad or pity her, but instead, I felt satisfied.

As if every accusation I had ever made against him was now proven in front of her eyes.

As if she had now truly become an ally of mine, as we had boarded the same boat of meaningless hatred from our ’family.’

Heh, didn’t know I still had this childish pettiness in me.

I continued to watch, noting that the scientists had stopped what they were doing long ago; if this continued, we would never get finished.

I messaged Ethan that they should hurry up with the counting, and after he blatantly threatened the man in the wheelchair, I figured that we would continue with the initial reason everyone was here—or at least our side was there.

However, I hadn’t thought to see Chelsea; contrary to my father, she looked more gaunt and absolutely expressionless.

Her eye color ... seemed to have become lighter, but maybe I imagined things.

After overcoming the initial shock and surprise, I looked at the other people present and instantly noted the similarities to my ’group’ from inside the center.

Then, looking at the space in my mind, I slid my fingers over the crystalline surface of the table before slowly pressing against the edge.

The tabletop flipped, without the protective surface receiving any damage, and on top of the other side lay the violet coin, shimmering as if wanting to be taken.

Hmmm...

Puppy (:3): [Don’t come!]

K: [Don’t worry, I won’t come personally. Don’t worry and be good.]

I answered before looking back at the laptop screen.

"Are you alright?" The old man asked; I felt his worried glances since I announced that the yelling man there was my father.

Though here and there he had clenched his fist as well, as if he wanted to give the ’prick’ a beating.

Well, he wasn’t alone.

"Yeah. And don’t worry about my grandma; she probably isn’t new to what a disappointment of a son he is." I chuckled while continuing to watch.

After Chelsea showed her face, she pushed the netted part of the mask she was wearing back down and straightened up, while my father came back to the coughing man.

"Do you need something, sir?" He asked while the staff sergeant asked me what connection my father had with the man in the wheelchair.

"I have no idea. But this is Eugene Lawrence Junior. My father seems to have started working for him." To know more I had to flip the violet coin, but not just yet.

"Won’t this gentleman introduce himself?" Ethan came out from behind the old dragon’s chair to stand in front of her. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

My father straightened up again.

"This is the new head of the Lawrence family, Elijah Lawrence," he hissed at Ethan.

I chuckled. So, to dismiss any similar accusations about his identity, he just took on a completely new one. But it was nice that his new name began with an ’E’—a letter this family overall seemed to prefer for first names.

"Mr. Lawrence," Ethan nodded as if to greet him, while the man in the wheelchair ignored it; instead, he gave my father a sign.

Upon receiving the sign, he turned around as if he wanted to get another look at my grandmother, but Ethan didn’t budge, so my father just scoffed.

"We have to excuse ourselves. I will bring the matter of identity theft to court."

Before he finished, ’Elijah’ grabbed his sleeve, apparently demanding that they go instantly.

"WAIT!" The old dragon surprisingly yelled and stood up from the chair that seemed to have become a throne the moment she claimed it.

Her long violet dress swung as she made her way towards her son, who also stepped forward as if eager to face her.

My grandmother sidestepped Ethan, and my smile grew into a grin as I saw these two confronting each other.

My father’s posture changed the moment he was so close to his mother, finally getting a really good look at her.

"You..." It seemed he recognized the woman he had seen in his childhood when she hadn’t reached the age of over ninety yet.

But my grandmother had none of it; without letting him continue or cater to his shocked demeanor, she slapped him backhandedly across the face.

The sound transmitted so loudly that in the warehouse itself, it must have been deafening.

My father flew two meters to the side and landed flat on the ground, while I cracked up and applauded.

Not bad for a mummy.

"Beautiful..." whispered someone beside me, and when I looked at the old man, I found him facing the laptop screen, starstruck.

I shuddered and looked back at the scene and at the puppy that looked at one of the cameras; it was as if we exchanged a laugh.

It was deadly silent in the warehouse, probably because nobody had expected her to suddenly lash out, and that with such power.

My grandmother slowly stepped toward her defeated son on the ground.

"You are right. You are no son of mine."

Then, she rammed her walking stick into the ground beside his face.

Not sure because we couldn’t see it, but with this force, the ground had to have been punctured.

She crouched down while holding on to her walking stick and spoke quietly to my father, so quietly that it was impossible for me to hear over the laptop, before she stood up and slowly walked back to her seat.

The state attorney finally regained his wits and stepped forward.

"That was a mistake, Mrs. Howard." He motioned to the military people by his side, while the man in the wheelchair coughed as if to stop the situation from escalating.

And he was not alone.

My father squirmed like an insect before fighting his way back to his feet.

"I won’t...I won’t press charges...This is a...a family dispute," he said weakly while holding on to his cheek before walking back to ’Elijah’ with faltering steps.

He didn’t turn around to look back while getting the wheelchair ready so that they could leave.

The military people stopped advancing after exchanging a glance, not with the state attorney, but with Mr. Lawrence, before the latter was brought out, the people with the fence masks following them.

I still felt fucking weak because of the number of rats I had conjured up and was ’maintaining’ in a timeline they didn’t belong to, but it HAD to be now.

I jumped up from the bench.

"I’ll be in my room, taking a nap." I walked past the staff sergeant, who had meanwhile broken into fits of laughter, and hurried back to my room.

When I entered, I saw that the kid seemed to have just woken up. While typing a message on my phone that I would send to Ethan and Henry simultaneously, I spoke to him.

"Ren, I’m going to sleep a bit. Don’t worry, alright?"

After finally sending the message, I put my phone on silent and lay down.

The kid bent over me, his reddish-brown eyes looking at me closely.

"You know what I am doing, right?" I smirked.

The kid nodded with a slight smile.

"Alright. Take care of me." I laughed and tousled his hair before I closed my eyes.

The table was back in its original position again, so I again pushed against the edge to turn it to the side with the carving of the giant—the motif that looked as if it was drawn by a child.

I grabbed the violet coin with the many little people on it and flipped it.

I want Glasses Guy.

Give me Harry so that I won’t stumble around when appearing inside his body, so that I won’t feel the dissociation of being inside someone with a much more different body shape than my own.

It had been a while since I flipped this coin, so let me use the ’safe’ portion of this power—that wouldn’t eat at my mind or at my pain—to finally do something useful.

Let’s work together again, you fucked-up shitty violet coin.