How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 104
Bertó had forgotten about that incident until then, but Leta’s story brought the memory flooding back, sending chills down his spine.
Leta, hearing this for the first time, trembled all over and glanced around the room, as if sensing the air had suddenly grown cold.
Black magic?
“Why are you telling me this now? How dreadful.”
“What should we do?”
Though Bertó wasn’t sure if the old man’s curse had affected him, it was clear that something strange had happened to their son. Vallon’s unusual powers seemed to be connected to that incident.
“What do you mean, ‘what should we do’? It’s too late now! When I tried to warn you before, you didn’t even listen. That thing is a demon’s child. I don’t consider him my son!”
Having experienced Vallon’s power firsthand, Leta knew it was impossible to kill him now that he was fully grown. If his power had been that strong when he was a child, surely it had only grown with time.
This is where the two began to disagree. Bertó, too, realized that Vallon no longer felt like his son. Reflecting on Vallon’s eerie nature made Bertó feel sick to his stomach.
But the Kattravan family needed an heir. If the old man’s soul had truly possessed their son, it would be better to get rid of him as soon as possible. After all, they could adopt a new heir or even have another child.
However, Leta, who had almost been killed by Vallon’s dark powers, was terrified of the shadowy figure with blood-red eyes.
“He’s not someone you can kill easily. He’s not a normal child. If you really want to kill him, don’t try it yourself—find another way.”
Leta hoped her husband would heed her advice and find someone else to deal with Vallon, but Bertó ignored her warnings and decided to take matters into his own hands.
Bertó chose a day and took Vallon to the cliff where the old man had fallen.
He intended to push Vallon off the cliff. But as they approached their destination, Vallon muttered something ominous.
“This is the place, isn’t it?”
The chilling words made Bertó freeze. What did he mean by that? His face stiffened as he asked Vallon.
“Who… who are you, really?”
It wasn’t a question a father should be asking his own son, but Bertó’s greatest fear was that the old man’s spirit now inhabited Vallon’s body.
Vallon turned his gaze from the window to Bertó.
“Who else would I be? I’m your son.”
In that moment, Bertó could feel the murderous intent in Vallon’s glowing red eyes.
“Heh… give me your son.”
“What?”
Vallon’s words, spoken through suppressed laughter, were the exact words the old man had said to Bertó just before he died. It was something Vallon, who hadn’t been born yet, could never have known.
This confirmed it: the old man’s spirit had taken over his son’s body.
“You… you…! You’re not my son!”
“Heh… If I’m not your son, then who am I? Just look at me. I look exactly like you, don’t I?”
“You deserve to die!”
Consumed with rage, Bertó lunged at Vallon. In that moment, the carriage tumbled off the cliff, and the coachman, who had been driving it, died instantly, his body crushed.
Bertó, barely clinging to life, struggled to breathe, on the verge of death. Despite having been in the same carriage, Vallon emerged without a scratch, calmly wiping the blood from his face as he looked down at Bertó, who lay with his spine broken.
“You should have stayed quiet like Mother.”
“Urgh…”
“Why should I die? Are you afraid that I’m just some old, decrepit man?”
Vallon chuckled, even though there was nothing funny about the situation, casually brushing the blood from his hair. His expression was eerily calm.
Leisurely dusting the dirt from his clothes, Vallon looked at his dying father and spoke.
“Don’t worry, Father. That old man wasn’t smart enough to take over my body. Hehe… that old man lost his power to me. So yes, I am your son. There’s no need to worry—just rest in peace now.”
And so, Bertó didn’t die. Instead, he became a paraplegic, unable to live without the help of others. His head was also injured, leaving his intelligence stuck at that of a ten-year-old. He would live out the rest of his life that way.
Alive, but not really living.
