Mood reached out and grabbed the falling stick. His strong hand held the stick up in the air like a pair of pincers. The Duke pressed down hard, but the stick did not budge.
"How dare you disobey me..."
Before the Duke could finish speaking, he saw Mode slowly get up, supporting his injured leg, snatch the wooden stick and throw it aside, then clench his fist and raise it high.
The fist stopped less than a centimeter from the tip of his nose. The duke slowly opened his eyes, took several steps back in fright, and muttered, "Unfilial son! Unfilial son! You actually tried to hit your father!"
“You should be grateful that you are my father.” Mord took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and said in a deep voice, “Your blood flows in my veins, and I have never been proud of it. If I could choose my life, I would rather have been born into an ordinary family and lived a life of mediocrity!”
"Are you really going to break with your family for an Omega?" The Duke leaned against the table, panting heavily, his beer belly, bulging from his ripped shirt, unmoving. "Do you know how absurd your idea is? Do you know that His Majesty will give us a large piece of land as compensation after this? Wake up, everything you're doing is wrong!"
“I just want to be with my lover, what did I do wrong? I just want to live a peaceful life with him, what did I do wrong!” Mord laughed heartily, took off the glittering badge from his shoulder, raised it in the air, and slowly said, “I was once proud of this, fighting for the honor of my family and the prosperity of the empire. From the age of fifteen to twenty-three, I was wounded and bled for the empire, and my shoulders were covered with medals.”
The badge fell from his palm with a crisp sound on the floor. The Duke stood there, stunned, his face full of disbelief.
The Duchess covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly, signaling to Morde to stop.
"From this day forward, I will no longer serve the empire, nor fight for my family!"
One medal after another fell to the ground, leaving only the crisp sound of them hitting the floor in the large room.
“From now on, I will live only for myself.” Mode threw down the last badge engraved with the family crest, touched his leg and slowly knelt down to kowtow three times to the Duchess: “For the past twenty-three years, I have been grateful for Mother’s nurturing and guidance. I am incompetent and have not been able to repay her. I only wish that Mother will be free from worries and enjoy peace and happiness from now on.”
“Morde…”
The Duchess knelt helplessly on the ground, covering her mouth and sobbing softly.
The Duke's eyes darted around, and he quickly made up his mind. He swayed as he got up, leaning on the table, and walked to the wine cabinet next to the desk. With his back to the two of them, he took out half a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, placed it on the table, and looked up at Morde: "I admire your courage, Morde."
"Since you have decided to abandon your family for an Omega, I will not keep you. Drink this cup of wine, and from now on you will have nothing to do with the Mekalu family."
It's a deal.
Mode, supporting himself on the floor, slowly got up, dragged his injured leg, and limped over to drink the wine in one gulp.
A wave of dizziness washed over him. Mord shook his head, his vision blurring. He looked up and saw the Duke's smug grin. "You... shameless..."
The wine glass slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Maud!" the Duchess cried out, rushing forward to embrace the swaying man, helping the nearly unconscious Moud to sit on the ground, tenderly stroking his face, and softly calling his name: "Maud, Moud..."
“It’s just a little bit of sleeping potion, he won’t die.” The Duke looked down at the unconscious Mord, then at the Duchess, sighed deeply, and pointed to the badges scattered on the ground: “Put them away for him.”
With a sharp gaze sweeping over everyone in the room, the Duke pointed to the shards of the wine glass and said solemnly, "Anyone who dares to speak of what happened tonight will suffer the same fate as this glass."
Zhou Siyu, who witnessed everything, was speechless. She never expected that this seemingly old-fashioned Mo De would do such a thing. Is the power of love really that great?
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