Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 200: Velric is sick - 7••

Silas’s POV

"No, I can’t see, ’cause there’s no one there now," Velric said.

And hearing that, I kind of feel relieved, ’cause I started to think that Velric could see ghosts now, but that’s not the case, which is very nice. That’s why I pull Velric onto my lap and peck his head.

"And Theron, you still didn’t tell me what you did that made Velric recover."

When I asked Theron, he was lost in thought. I had to ask a second time—only then did his attention shift to me.

"Yes, Silas?"

"What are you thinking?"

And just then, in a moment, Theron’s eyes became teary. I was shocked.

"Huh! What happened, Theron? All of a sudden, why are you crying?"

"Silasssss..."

"Yes, I’m here. Tell me what happened?"

Theron stood from his seat, and I gently set Velric down on the sofa from my lap. As I did, Theron came and sat down at my feet, resting his head on my lap while crying.

Seeing him like that made me panic. Why was he crying? Then I remembered—yes, he cut his hand. That hand must be hurting now.

"Theron, is your hand hurting?"

As I asked, without removing his head from my lap, he showed me his hand, which had a double cut, and the wound looked so deep.

"Theron, are you out of your mind? Why did you cut your hand in the first place?" I complained.

Velric, too, felt pity for Theron. He started patting Theron’s head with his tiny hands while sitting beside me.

"Daddy, who hurt you?" And then Velric looked ahead after asking that—toward Damon.

"Did that bad man hurt you?"

Velric was literally glaring at Damon after saying that, ’cause he thought it was Damon who gave that wound to Theron.

I glanced at Damon to see his reaction after hearing that from Velric. His face was becoming gloomy, and somehow he seemed down.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, Damon stood up. As he was taking a step toward us, Velric’s eyes glared even more fiercely.

"Don’t come to us, bad man! You tried to hurt my mumma and daddy... You are not my dadda from now on. I hate you!" Velric shout.

Well, I shouldn’t have felt like this, but this was all like a drama happening in front of my eyes.

Theron is crying in my lap, Velric is hating someone, and that someone is making a gloomy face.

I really want to laugh so hard, but I can’t laugh right now, ’cause if I did, it would be extremely rude of me.

But why is all this so funny, man...

Then I looked down at Theron, ’cause his sobbing—I could feel it. That’s why I started stroking his hair.

"What happened, Theron? Tell me, why are you crying?"

"When I had closed my eyes..."

And after that, what Theron told me was indeed strange, but I didn’t feel anything from it.

Like, when he closed his eyes earlier, he found himself in front of a palace. And when he went inside, he saw corpses.

But one thing that shocked him—Velric was there in that kind of place. And even my dead body was lying down there.

He is crying this much just ’cause he saw my dead body there? Man, it’s not even worth crying over.

"Theron, it was just a mere dream. Don’t cry, please."

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As that sobbing reached my ears, I quickly turned my head toward Velric—and he also started crying after hearing what Theron had seen.

"Mumma..."

Saying that, he clung to me. But just then, Theron grabbed him, and they both cried while hugging each other.

I was just sitting there, ’cause they both were crying while saying my name like I had died.

But it was true—they both had seen me die in their dream, that’s why they were crying like this.

And Damon—he was just standing there, still, watching all of this. Theron and Velric cried for half an hour, and after that, they both got tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

Theron was sleeping on the sofa and Velric was sleeping on his chest. Theron’s hands were on Velric’s back while pating him and velric was sucking his hands thumb.

But now, only Damon and I were awake, and it was so awkward.

I was just sitting there, looking at my phone, but Damon’s shoes could still be seen in front of me, ’cause he was still standing there.

"Silas..."

As I heard him calling my name, I looked up and saw—now he looked like he could cry at any moment. Man, why is everyone crying in front of me today? freewebnσvel.cѳm

"What?" I replied.

"Can we talk somewhere else? They both are sleeping."

"I don’t want to talk with you, Damon."

I didn’t want to see his face, let alone talk.

"Please, Silas... just one time, please."

His eyes were literally begging me, so in the end, I sighed and stood up from the sofa.

"Let’s talk," I said.

Damon led me to the yard of the villa. As we came out, all we could see was a dark sky and quietness everywhere.

I sat down on the swing, which was really big—big enough that we could even lie down on it. Great choice, Theron.

’Cause after all, it’s Theron’s villa. But now is not the time to praise Theron. That’s why I glanced at Damon while swinging.

"What did you want to say? Say it."

"I’m sorry... I know my sorry is nothing compared to what you’ve gone through. But at that moment, I should’ve trusted you instead of some call. It was a mistake, and I know nothing is gonna change even if I apologize."

If he knows that nothing is gonna change even if he apologizes, then why did he bother to apologize?

"But Silas, please don’t throw me away from yourself. It hurts me, seeing you ignore me—I want to die."

Huh? What is he even saying?