A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 116: ENOUGH!

Chapter 116: ENOUGH!

Angered to the core, Old Master Lenort grabbed him and began to land a series of punches on him. But Valentine did not react. He simply covered his face with his arms, unwilling to retaliate.

"You think you have grown wild enough! Of course, you are worth nothing! Do you think that if there was a chance where you could once be useful, I wouldn’t use you?" Old Master Lenort questioned. His eyes held no hint of remorse, but extreme hate.

Valentine’s eyes flickered rapidly, and unnoticed by anyone, a single bubble of tear that had broken in his eyes fell and dripped onto the floor.

"Why would I care about you? You should be grateful to me, you brat! You should be grateful that I didn’t kill you while you were an infant! You should be grateful that I raised you to this point!"

"I could have killed you, I could have done worse, but I didn’t! You are worthless to me! You mean nothing to me! Did you think I would care even if you were dying? Do you think I worry about you? You mean absolutely nothing to me."

"You are more than lucky that I have yet to send you to your death with all the nonsense you had the audacity to spout to me and—"

"ENOUGH!" A thunderous, unexpected voice sounded, startling everyone.

Old Master Lenort could feel his wrist suddenly grabbed by someone. He slowly turned his head, and his eyes met with those sets of red orbs.

"Don’t you dare hurt him any further!" The person was Draven.

None but Old Master Lenort could glimpse the darkness glinting in his pupils.

"You devil!" he cursed and snatched his hand back before moving off of Valentine. "I should have murdered you both! Curses! You are both curses!" he yelled, furious.

Draven did not care. He had heard that one too many times from him to even give two fucks about it.

Old Master Lenort laughed.

"It will not be now, but you will and must die by my hands. Till then, keep your head and his head safe from me, else..." Not bothering to elaborate any further, he turned around and stormed off to his quarter.

The rest of the family stared at Draven and Valentine. The first to leave were Ryan and Lestart. The others followed suit.

Avelina, who had hurried after Draven due to the commotion, could only peer in disbelief. Was she dreaming? How could old master Lenort hurt Valentine as though he were not his child? It was as if he had no ounce of love for him. Not just that, but he told him so to his face.

The longer she stays in this family, the worse she witnesses. She never thought in her life that a father could hate his own child—a son that he brought into the world to this extent. If he despises Valentine to this level, then how much does he hate Draven? I mean, she is aware that old master Lenort treats Valentine a bit better than he does Draven.

Avelina clutched her chest and exhaled deeply to calm her racing heart. What she had just seen was like something she had never witnessed before. If Draven hadn’t stepped in, what would have happened? Would Lumian, Ryan, and Lestat stand and watch their younger brother get punished in such a way? Are they that heartless?

Avelina was not making sense of anything.

Draven, on the other hand, took a deep breath. He looked at Valentine, who was lying flat on the floor with his dilated eyes fixed on the tall ceiling of the foyer.

"He...lied, right?" Valentine asked.

Draven did not answer. He bent down and grabbed Valentine by the hands. He pulled him up to his feet and tried to walk him to his room, but Valentine was not following. His legs were weak, and he could not seem to move.

"Valentine..." Draven heaved a soft sigh.

Left with no other choice, he lifted him into his arms and proceeded to take him back to his room. Adam hurriedly followed behind them.

Avelina watched as their figure faded out of sight. She slowly turned around and returned to the room. She entered and shut the door behind her. The glint in her eyes was enough to tell that she was still processing what had happened.

...

Draven sat Valentine down on the sofa in his room.

He straightened up and glanced at Adam.

"Take care of him," he said and turned around to leave, but Valentine grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"Draven." His voice was barely audible.

Draven turned around and glanced at him. He was waiting for him to talk.

Valentine raised his sloped head to look at him. "Merci. As always, you saved me again. Haha, I guess you really do not dislike me."

He added, "Thank you."

Draven flickered his eyes. He did not say anything in response, but simply turned around and left.

Valentine could only stare and watch him shut the door.

Adam let out a pessimistic breath and walked over to him.

"Young master—"

"I’m going to bed. I like to rest." Valentine interrupted him, knowing what he was about to say.

Adam shook his head at him. "No, young master. Allow me to put a bandage on your nose. It’s still bleeding a little bit."

"Forget it. It will heal on its own!" Valentine glared at him and moved to lie down, but Adam, however, grabbed his hand, sitting him down on the chair.

This caused Valentine to scrunch his face in annoyance. "Hey, what do you think you are—"

"Just listen to me for once, Your Highness!" Adam caught him off. "You have never listened to anything I said to you tonight, so just this one time, please! I know that your nose will heal, but I also know that it hurts you a lot. I mean, it’s literally broken."

"Allow me to treat it so that you can rest better, please," he implored.

Valentine gazed at him and took a deep breath.

"Be fast with it."

Adam softly smiled at him. He dropped the coat and grabbed the first-aid box from the cabinet to treat him.

Valentine couldn’t help but frown at the sight of the first-aid box. "Where did you get that from? Why is it in my room?"