Chapter 120 A clichéd story The owner of the story thinks this way
Every different story always has some similarities. When there are too many similarities, the story becomes cliché.
The little boy was born into a wealthy family. His mother was the daughter of a baron, and his father was an earl who had just inherited the family title. Unlike other earls, they owned the largest merchant group in the country and were qualified to meet the king.
In his impression, his mother was gentle and would patiently coax him to sleep every night. His father was neither gentle nor strict, but every time he saw him, he would only ask about his heir courses.
Even if the little boy was prepared for this, he would still be disappointed. He thought, "Why didn't Dad ask about my injury? I was practicing horseback riding yesterday and I accidentally fell off. Didn't Dad see my injury?"
After all, who doesn’t have expectations of their parents?
Whenever this happened, the gentle mother would gently scold the father, asking him to pay more attention to other things. The father would not say anything, but just look at his injuries in silence, and would not mention the successor course again.
The little boy thought that maybe his father still loved his mother.
He heard from the servants at home that his father was ordered by his grandfather to marry the princess, but his father refused. He insisted on marrying the baron's youngest daughter and was willing to give up his qualification as heir for this.
No matter how tortuous the process of my father marrying my mother was, he finally married my mother, inherited the title, and got everything.
The little boy thought that his father might not like him, but he liked his mother, and that was enough.
But when he was five years old, his mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness and passed away that same year.
The little boy lost the person who loved him most in the world.
In the same year, less than a month after his mother's funeral, his father brought home a woman. He said she was his new mother, his stepmother, a lady from a marquis's family.
She is not as pretty as her mother, nor as gentle as her mother. She is completely different from the prevailing trend in the country at that time, which believed that women should have fair skin and be gentle in their words. She is even more decisive than her father.
Does Dad really love Mom? If so, why did he find someone else to replace Mom in such a short time?
Mom is irreplaceable.
The little boy was very clear about this.
He also knew that his father brought this woman to see him only to warn him not to do unnecessary things and that he could not change anything.
Could this woman have been responsible for his mother's death? It turned out not to be. Could he resent her? No, she had done nothing wrong.
Could my mother's death have anything to do with my father? No, my mother's death had nothing to do with anyone.
He admitted that he just wanted someone to vent his anger to, but he couldn't do that and pour out his own resentment on an unrelated person. After all, there was no law that prohibited a husband from remarrying one month after his wife's death.
The little boy didn't know who he should blame or who he should hate.
He was only five years old. He didn't understand why someone his age would think more than others. He probably didn't understand anything. So he asked his father naively, "Dad, who is she?"
When he learned that this woman would be his new mother, he should have burst into tears, questioned his father, and shouted in refusal: "I don't want it. I don't want this woman to be my new mother! I only have one mother!"
His mother was the best mother in the world. She had fair skin that everyone would praise. But his mother said to him, "That's not right, Kaharun. The world only sees the whiteness of my skin. It's the world's fault. It's my fault that they only notice my skin."
Mom is the most powerful mom in the world. She has the ability to calm down any violent person. He once asked her for the secret of how to do it. Mom smiled gently but answered irrelevantly: "Kaharun, you are a different child."
"You must always be sober and rational, find yourself, accept yourself, and see the essence of everything. Even if I'm not by your side, don't let impulse dominate you and make you do things you shouldn't do."
“When choices unfold before you, don’t rush to make a decision. You need to learn to see through the choices and see which one is best for you.”
"Mom, what if I can't see clearly?" asked the little boy.
One mother responded, "Choose what you won't regret."
Before his mother died, she only said two words to him.
"If it is clear to you, and you will not regret your impulse, and you know what you are doing, then do it, my child."
“If everything is too bad and you don’t know which way to go, you can try to trust your impulse.”
The mother who never hesitated to express her love to her children, her last words were not "I love you".
Even her husband couldn't help but be surprised by this.
A five-year-old boy stood alone in front of his mother's grave. Behind him was his father and stepmother's wedding. They laughed and toasted...
Mom, what should I do? Who should I hate?
Mom could no longer answer him, no, maybe Mom had already answered.
At the age of seven, the boy decided to escape from this home that he could no longer call home.
No matter how much trouble his stepmother made for him, the countless poisonings and assassinations, or his father's indifferent observation, he only knew that if he continued to stay, even if he didn't die, he would go crazy.
He knew very well that this would make him a person he despised and a person who would make his mother cry.
On a bright afternoon, he let impulse make a choice for the first time and chose to go to the Segarot Empire.
The boy took a carriage out of the city. He talked to animals, walked with farmers, asked thieves for directions, and slept in a field without a blanket...
The boy thought that his stepmother would no longer see him as a threat and that it was wishful thinking for him to threaten her unborn child's position as heir.
After someone was injured because of him, he stopped traveling with others.
It is not difficult for him to see something clearly. Even if he cannot see it clearly at the moment, as long as the right event occurs, he can see the truth. This is all thanks to his mother's teachings.
So, he saw clearly what his stepmother was afraid of. She felt that his father still couldn't let go of his mother, and she felt that he was still the most suitable, qualified, and only heir in his father's eyes.
As long as he is alive, he is the biggest threat to his stepmother.
How ridiculous.
He avoided his stepmother's pursuit and influence, and finally one day, his stepmother succeeded.
The bone-chilling rain hit the icy river water, which flooded into his stomach and he only ate his own blood.
Before the goddess guided him, he did not see his mother. What he thought was that his stepmother was paving the way for her children. It was not difficult for him to understand that few people could give up money, especially a sum of money that was enough to influence a country. It was not a mistake to be ambitious.
He hated his lucidity before his death. It made him look like a well-intentioned bastard who was still looking for excuses for the culprit even when he was about to die.
He saw a woman's hand before mockingly witnessing himself descend into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange woman, a kind lady, and her son.
The boy spent a pretty good time there, one of the few peaceful times he had since his mother's death.
At the same time, he also knew that this was not his end, this was not his home, and if his stepmother found out that he was not dead, what would happen to the lady and her son.
He has to leave.
After leaving behind a letter and all his money, he set out on his journey alone again.
This time, penniless, he chose to return to Ulucia. It was a risky move, but he was sure that his stepmother, who thought he was dead, would not expect him to come back.
While working in a tavern in a small village, he met a woman who was suspected of kidnapping children. She said she was a great magician and that he had very powerful magical talents. She asked him if he would like to go with her, as she had a child with a strange temper at home.
The boy no longer believed in magic. He didn't believe that such a thing would happen to him, but what she said was too true. He had never seen someone who could tell a lie so well as to make it sound true.
The boy, who had been pestered for several days, finally couldn't help but speak: "I will be a trouble."
The woman laughed after hearing this: "No matter how big the trouble is, even if the royal family is hunting you, I can protect you."
Her eyes were too determined, she was serious.
The second time, the boy gave the right to choose to his impulse, and did not even let the woman prove herself and use magic in front of him.
He held the woman's hand. He wasn't sure if life would get worse. Anyway, he had experienced it all.
In the following days, after his mother passed away, the child who had lost his home had a second home of his own.
So, this is a cheesy story, at least that's what the boy who tells it thinks.
"Later..." Kaharun leaned back in his chair and raised his head to recall everything that happened after he followed Salis back to the village. However, he did not intend to say more about this part. "My stepmother still found out that I was not dead."
"Don't you want revenge?" Weifeiya thought for a moment and asked softly. If it were her, and she was forced to this point by someone, no matter what, even if it was just for a breath of revenge, even if there was a huge gap in strength, she would try her best to bite off a piece of flesh from that person.
Kaharun laughed at her question. Revenge? Of course he had thought about it, so he went back to that so-called home once.
What's the best way to take revenge on your stepmother? Of course, it's to stand in front of her and regain the inheritance rightfully, which will make her vomit blood more than killing her.
But he happened to meet his two half-brothers and half-sisters in advance.
The stepmother really loves her two children. She takes all the dirt on herself, but her children remain pure.
That day, he stared at the two children who didn't know who they were and who loved him extremely, and told them that he was their father's first child, and told them everything their mother had done for him.
Their mothers did all sorts of dirty work for them, and they have a right to know.
To his surprise, they did not defend their mother or leave in anger. Instead, they quickly accepted everything and apologized to him on behalf of their mother.
They wanted to fight for a chance for their mother to live. After all, as the eldest son of the family, who was almost forced to death by his stepmother, what could he come back for? He couldn't just come to have a loving family gathering with them.
They promised him a lot that day and proved their determination to him.
From the beginning to the end, Kaharun knew that there were only two people he needed to take revenge on: his father and his stepmother.
He had reason to take action against the two children, but his mother's teachings were still in his mind. He said nothing and agreed to nothing.
Cahlan returned to the Cooper family home. Despite everyone's confusion and some people's strong dissuasion, he changed his surname to his mother's surname - Aiken.
He didn't say a word to his father, who was still thinking about how to take revenge on this man. Instead, his father took the initiative to talk to him and said that even if he changed his surname, he was still the only heir to the Cooper family.
Who knows what he thinks?
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