Chapter 119
“Chirta is the land my father left me. And you’re asking for it? Ha, this is absurd.”
“Now that you bear the name of Al Vanas, you must prioritize the benefits on this side!”
Luon often overheard his parents’ heated arguments from behind the door.
Quarrels were common in an arranged marriage driven solely by wealth.
Since neither had looked at the other’s character, only eyeing the wealth and power beyond, conflict was inevitable.
And once they’d secured their advantages, their attention instinctively turned toward others to whom they were drawn, making a mockery of the marriage.
“There… Ah, yeah. Haa…”
One day, while wandering the halls, Luon heard sounds seeping from his mother’s bedroom and opened the door.
To a boy, heavy breathing meant someone was sick.