Suffering

Reyes laid on his own bed.

Staring at the ceiling, he felt like his mind was stuffed with cotton wool. It was a mess.

How could his father's fiancée, his future stepmother, be someone he liked?

Why was it Toya?

Was he actually dreaming?

Reyes rolled on the bed restlessly.

After a long while, he remembered that his phone was still downstairs.

Reyes had been in his room for a long time. The downstairs living room was quiet. There wasn't even a maid.

The butler placed the cell phone on the table in the living room. It lit up occasionally in the dark environment.

Sullivan was texting him.

There were a dozen messages. The first few were teaching him how to court a girl, and the last few were asking about his stepmother.

Probably realizing Reyes hadn't replied in a long time, the other party figured he was meeting his stepmother.

Sullivan: Did you see your stepmother? How's it going?

Sullivan: Is she beautiful?

Sullivan: Still not replying? You're not arguing with her, are you? Don't blame me for not reminding you. Mr. Butler has been single for so many years and suddenly, he wants to get married. She must be an impressive person. If you don't get along with her now, she might give you a brother in a few years and kick you out.

Reyes was stung by the words "give birth to a brother" and snapped back at him.

Sullivan immediately called.

"How is it, Young Master?"

Reyes didn't want to talk. He just grunted an impatient yes.

Sullivan couldn't read his mind, but she could sense he wasn't in a good mood.

He tried to comfort her. "Mr. Butler is an affectionate person. He hasn't married for so many years after your mother died. Even if he has another son in the future, he won't give up on you."

Reyes was speechless.

He hung up immediately and wanted to smash his phone.

Sullivan might have thought that Reyes had made a mistake in hanging up. He called again.

Reyes refused to pick up and even blacklisted him.

Sullivan, not sure why this young master was throwing a tantrum again, stared at the phone number on his phone. Wasn't he trying to comfort him?

Reyes's father, Butler, was indeed an affectionate person. He was famous for being affectionate in the aristocratic circle. When Reyes's mother was still alive, the two of them were very loving. After his death, Butler single-handedly raised Reyes for more than ten years. It was fine if he did not marry, but he did not even have a lover. It could be said that he was very devoted.

The members of the Wilson family were simple. In the circle of aristocrats, only Butler and Reyes used this surname. This had to do with Butler's chastity.

It was precisely because he did not have so many elders and relatives that he developed such an arrogant and insensible personality due to lack of love.

Butler had been single for years. He said it was for his late wife, but he could also say it was for Reyes. Now that Reyes had grown up, it wasn't really surprising that Butler would remarry.

Although the other party was a young girl who was still in university, Butler was still a noble. His appearance was not bad and he was not very old. It was not overboard to marry a young girl.

It should be known that there were many young girls in the aristocratic circle who were 20 to 30 year old mistresses.

Butler at least got officially engaged.

Marrying a wife and having another child was a natural thing.

What was there to be angry about?

Sullivan thought his best friend was really ungrateful. To think he'd made a solemn vow earlier that he wouldn't lose his temper over seeing his stepmother.

Tsk, what a fickle man.

At this moment, the fickle man in Sullivan's eyes didn't immediately go back to his bedroom on the second floor after getting his phone.

He glanced at Butler's room. It was dark and quiet.

His heart throbbed at the thought that Toya might live there.

He didn't dare to think about anything else.

But he could not control his brain.

Did Toya like his father?

Why else would she marry him?

Did his father like Toya as well?

Otherwise, why would he marry her?

If they were in love, then what was Reyes?

A bastard who coveted his stepmother and wanted to have sex with her?

It had been days since their engagement. Maybe Toya already banged his father, Butler, on those nights when Reyes had no idea.

Why should he mind?

That was their right.

Reyes felt all the strength drain from his body.

He knew that he should leave now and obediently return to his bedroom to sleep.

Then, he should bury that inappropriate love of his and never let anyone see it again.

He should calmly face Butler, Toya, the possibility of his future… brother or sister.

Reyes leaned his forehead against the cold wall. His legs refused to listen to him. He refused to take a single step.

He stood silently and leaned against the wall of Butler's room.

The tall man, who was usually arrogant, was now trembling slightly, like a stray dog who did not dare to resist after having its food stolen.