Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 The Suspension

Chapter 202 The Suspension

Archer

It has been eight days ever since mama had fallen asleep. I wonder what mama had dreamed for her to sleep that long. Is there Archer and papa in her dream for her to stay longer there?

I’m a child but I never sleep that long yet mama sleeps longer, making her son and her husband worried about her.

“What are you sighing for?” I snapped from my thoughts again when I heard Claude’s question.

I raised my head, looking at Claude who had been staring at me.

I shook my head. “I’m worried about mama. My papa didn’t even let me get in to see her–it’s always been like this. I feel like I’m interfering with their relationship.”

“You don’t like it if they are close?” he asked.

“It’s not like that. I like to see them being together too and I love that papa loves my mama very much–that they love each other because it makes me feel loved too,” I explained. “However, my papa is too possessive over mama, I can’t even get close to mama when she’s sick.”

It was always like this. Whenever Mama got sick, Papa wouldn’t let me into their room to help take care of her. I wanted to see Mama–wanted to help, even just a little. Especially when I kept seeing Papa step out of the room with dark circles under his eyes, his expression heavy and cold, his aura so tense it scared me.

At the very least, I wanted to help them both. But no matter how much I wanted to, they wouldn’t let me.

A hand ruffled my hair, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“It’s not that your dad doesn’t want you near your mom,” he said gently. “He just doesn’t want you to see her like this. He’s afraid you’ll worry too much–or worse, that you might get sick too. If that happened, wouldn’t your dad have to worry about both you and your mother?”

He paused, his voice softening.

“Besides, you’re still a kid. Don’t think too much about it. Just like your mom said–leave it to the adults.”

Hearing this, the strange tightness in my chest slowly faded. I looked up at him, my eyes brightening–though there was still a hint of caution in them.

“Really?” I asked softly. “You’re not lying to me, right?”

He nodded. “I’m not lying. Your parents value you–and they love you very much.”

The corners of my lips lifted, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Did you see your parents act like that too?” I asked curiously. “Is that why you’re not surprised anymore?”

But the moment the words left my mouth, I remembered what Claude once said–that his parents didn’t care whether he lived or died. Guilt hit me hard, and I quickly looked at him.

“Forget it–I was just joking-”

He suddenly flicked my forehead.

“I’m not that sensitive,” he said flatly.

I held my forehead, blinking at him in surprise.

Before I could ask anything else, he continued calmly, almost too calmly.

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“It’s not like I’m trying to hide anything about my parents. But to answer your question–no. I’ve never seen them act like your mom and dad.”

He paused, then added without emotion, “My mom died because my dad killed her. And my dad’s been trying to kill me ever since I was born.”

My eyes widened, my jaw dropping. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“Claude…”

He let out a low chuckle, sneering slightly, and flicked my forehead again.

“Don’t cry,” he said. “I’m fine. And it doesn’t really matter to me.”

Why would his father try to kill his own son? He even killed his own Luna–did that mean he never loved his partner at all? Just imagining it happening to my own parents–papa killing mama, then turning to kill me–made my chest ache violently, as if someone were twisting a knife inside my heart. My breathing turned shallow, uneven.

Chapter 202 The Suspension

It was only imagination, yet it already hurt this much.

So how much more must it hurt for Claude–who had lived through it in real life?

T clenched my fists, my vision blurring as I looked at him.

“Don’t go back to your father” I pleaded softly, my voice trembling. “Just stay here. Be my brother.”

I swallowed hard, then added quickly, afraid he might refuse.

“I’ll treat you well. My mama and papa will too. I promise.”

I held onto his shirt tighter. “You won’t go back to them, aren’t you?”

He let out a soft sigh, rubbing my hair. “Don’t worry. won’t go back. It’s just that… they’re the ones who can’t let go of me. They might come back and force me.”

Hearing that, my brows furrowed. A sharp glint flashed in my eyes.

“I won’t let them,” I declared firmly. “My mama and papa are strong too. They won’t let anyone take you away from us.” Right. If Claude’s father had wanted him dead–if he had already thrown him away once–then he had no right to call himself a father anymore. He had already lost his son.

And Claude didn’t want to go back.

I didn’t want him to go back either. Not to a place where he’d only get hurt again.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him laugh.

I looked up–and froze.

He was smiling.

Not a sneer. Not a mocking curve of his lips. Not a fake, empty smile.

A real one.

It stunned me. Claude usually looked cold, distant, like he didn’t care about anything at all. Seeing him smile like this made my chest feel strange.

Tsk. How could adults throw away such a handsome kid? He was strong too.

Bad adults.

I pressed my lips together. I really was blessed–to have parents who loved each other, and who loved me.

The irritation I had been feeling toward papa quietly faded. Now I understood why he acted the way he did. Why he never let me see mama when she was sick. Why he keep me away.

He was scared.

Just like me.

Except he was even more afraid–because mama was his mate. His only one.

I wondered… if I ever found my mate someday, would I act the same way papa did?

“What are you thinking about with that little head of yours?” he said, pinching my cheeks. “You’ve been sighing a lot lately.”

I quickly shook my head. If I told him I was thinking about fated mates, he’d definitely flick my forehead for thinking about such things when I was still a kid–especially since i was younger than him.

“Nothing,” I lied, then immediately changed the subject. “By the way… is that man named Shun still guarding us?”

I watched as Claude nodded, answering flatly. “Yeah.”

I pressed my lips together. “Mama and papa trust him… but I don’t know why. I don’t like his vibes.”

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