The moment he saw the guestâs face, Cadel couldnât help but panic.
âJeffrey Holiven?â
His eyes were set fiercely, and his hair was dark bronze. He looked much younger than his present self, but it was unmistakable. The man sipping black tea with Helena at his side was unmistakably Jeffrey Holiven, Yozenâs longtime target.
âHelenaâ¦â¦!â
âHo, honey.â
As soon as Andy saw Helenaâs pale face, he threw down the fish heâd brought and pulled her behind him. Her gaze down at Jeffrey was a mixture of wariness and faint fear.
âWho are you, and why did you show up unannounced at someone elseâs house?â
Jeffrey stared at Andy without taking his mouth off his teacup. Andyâs eyebrows arched at the lifeless, corpse-like look in his eyes. Helena, who had been watching them together, turned quickly as soon as there was an opening and ran to Yozen.
âYozen, wait outside.â
âYesâ¦â¦?â
âJust wait, it wonât be long.â
Helena patted Yozen on the back as he stood stunned. But Yozen, sensing something was amiss, hesitated, unwilling to leave. He glanced back and forth between Helenaâs pale complexion, Andyâs stern expression, and the mysterious man who set down his cup of arsenic.
âWho do you think I am?â
ââ¦â¦Probably someone from the family. No matter how much you try to convince me, it wonât work. Iâm not going back to the family, because spending the rest of my life here with Helena is what I want. I donât need an inheritance, and I donât covet anything from the family, so tell them to pretend they never had an eldest son like me.â
âHmmâ¦â¦.â
Jeffrey rubbed his smooth chin in interest. In the midst of all this, Cadel could vaguely guess Andy and Helenaâs past.
âDid they run away to fulfill a love that was opposed by their family? Seems like theyâve been through this situation once or twice beforeâ¦â¦. They must be quite a famous family. They seem to be obsessed with their eldest son, like Lumenâs family.â
Cadel had never sensed anything like the dignity of aristocratic restraint in Andy, so this was quite a surprise to him.
âHelenaâ¦â¦. Is that womanâs name Helena?â
âDoes it matter?â
âAs you know, I am here on a commission, two commissions, in fact.â
ââ¦â¦Two?â
âYour father, Cain Jastick, is not well, or to put it more bluntly, he is near death.â
Helena stopped in her tracks as she pushed Yozen away at the sound of Jeffreyâs gruff voice. Blinking dazedly, she realized that Yozenâs uneasy gaze was directed at her.
âGet out of here, Yozen. This is not what you need to hear.â
Her tone was stern, and Yozen walked out the door as if he had no choice. After pushing him out the door, Helena quickly closed and locked the door behind her. Cadel changed his mind just before Yozen walked out the door and stayed inside the house with Andy and Helena. Following Yozenâs perspective, it became difficult to see into the enclosed space.
Helena rubbed her damp palms over the hem of her skirt. When she steadied her shaky breathing, she turned around to see Andy propping himself up against the kitchen table. Jeffrey grinned wryly as if amused by Andyâs reaction.
âMy client, Count Jastick, wishes to announce that you, Andy Jastick, will return home and rule over the family estate.â
ââ¦â¦I canât do that.â
âEven as your dying fatherâs last request?â
Andy was silent at that question. Whatever his relationship with his father had been, Andy had never been harsh enough to refuse his fatherâs last request, which was almost like a will. Helena, who loved him more than anyone, knew this best.
She walked over to him and wrapped her fingers around the back of his hand on the table, then met his trembling gaze in silence.
âIâm fine.â
âHelena.â
âIâve had an overwhelmingly happy time with you, and thanks to you, I got to meet Yozen, soâ¦â¦ you can go now.â
âWhat do you mean, you want me to abandon you and go back to my family, go get a new wife or something?â
âYouâll regret it after today.â
âSo will I if I go back to my family! Iâll spend the rest of my life longing for you and dying of thirst. I canât live without you, Helena. Even if I fail to fulfill my fatherâs wishes, Iâ¦â¦. I will never leave your side.â
Helena was willing to sacrifice herself for Andyâs future, but he quickly rejected her offer, and she couldnât spit out the words that twice told him to leave her.
Their love was passionate and blind. But in Jeffreyâs eyes, it seemed to be a foolâs game.
âI knew it would come to this. The Count saw it coming, too. A hermit in the mountains, leaving everything for a woman, and heâs not going to come back with his fatherâs life as a sacrifice.â
Jeffreyâs laughter was low and sullen, and there was something unpleasant about it. Andy narrowed his eyes at Jeffrey, who slowly rose from his seat.
âIf you knew, youâd give up and go home.â
ââ¦â¦No, no. I canât do that. Didnât I tell you, Iâm all over this, on commission.â
âAre you trying to kidnap me?â
âI donât know. Even if I did kidnap you and bring you back to the family, there is no way you wouldnât run after Helena again, and there is no way Count Jastick would take her as a daughter-in-law. Kidnapping is useless.â
âThenâ¦â¦.â
âI have an idea.â
The scowling face moved closer and closer to Helena. Andy stepped in front of Helena as if to protect her but Jeffrey shook him off easily.
âWaitâ¦â¦!â
He grabbed the startled Helena by the throat and dragged her to the opposite wall.
âKyaaaak!â
âHe, Helena! Are you crazy? What are you doing now?!â
Jeffrey pinned Helena against the wall and elbowed Andy in the face as he ran up behind her. He looked over at Andy, who fell to the ground clutching his nose, and smirked.
âWithout her, youâll have nowhere to run, nowhere to turn. Youâll be able to focus on the family affairs.â
âYou crazy bastardâ¦â¦! Donât you dare lay a finger on her!â
âYou show me your weakness and then tell me not to stab you in the back? How does that work?â
Helena struggled and pushed Jeffrey off of her, but it was no use. Neither did Andyâs struggles as he struggled to his feet. Before the lovely couple could do anything for each other, without a sound, Jeffrey plunged the dagger heâd drawn into Helenaâs skull.
âWhatâ¦â¦!â
It happened in the blink of an eye. There was no mercy in Jeffreyâs hands, and his ability to execute his orders was exceptional. All judgment was over in a short time, and he killed the innocent woman without a second thought.
He threw Helena, writhing helplessly, to the ground. A tearing scream followed, and Andy, scooping her up in his arms, checked her condition. His trembling hands clumsily tended to the wound, but the blood was rapidly draining from her face.
âNo, no, no, Helenaâ¦â¦. Pleaseâ¦â¦.â
It was such a futile death. She took a few faint breaths in Andyâs arms, and then, without so much as a brief dying wish, she was gone.
Cadel watched the whole thing in a daze. The woman who had tenderly comforted Yozen, the woman who had done her best to maintain a simple life. She didnât deserve to die in a place like this, for someone elseâs greed. She was a victim, and the sight of such one-sided greed made him sick to his stomach.
âHelenaâ¦â¦. Open your eyesâ¦â¦.â
Andy couldnât focus. Unable to let go of his wifeâs slowly cooling body in his arms, he repeated his command to wake up as if he couldnât understand it.
Meanwhile, Jeffrey nonchalantly pulled up a tablecloth and wiped the blood from the dagger. Humming a tune, he left the house at a leisurely pace. He looked around as if searching for someone, but then he began to stumble in a certain direction.
âThere you are, kid.â
He found Yozen. Yozen was under a tree away from the cabin, picking at the grass on the ground with nothing to do. A sharp sense of denial washed over Yozenâs expression of freedom. His vision was not of Jeffreyâs face, but of a bright stain of blood on the hem of his shirt.
âSh*tâs done. Time to go home.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âCooperate, I donât want to see you wasting your strength.â
Yozen instinctively sensed that something dangerous had happened. The smell of blood on Jeffreyâs breath, the killing intent he hadnât quite concealed, and a strange sense of exaltation. Quickly rising to his feet, Yozen reached for his waistband. The dagger was there, ready to take on Jeffrey. However.
âWhy is it that once I say something, it doesnât get through.â
Even if Yozen had the natural talent for assassination, he was still just a regular person who hadnât killed anyone yet. Yozenâs eyes rolled back in his head and his body tilted as he took the blow. Only after Yozen had slumped face-first to the ground did Jeffrey pick him up like an animal and turn to face the cabin again.
The first thing Jeffrey did when he reappeared, carrying Yozen, was to threaten Andy: He killed Helena, Andyâs sanctuary, and used the life of Yozen, his only remaining family member, to force him to return to the family.
Andy had no choice.
âI know you came back with a nasty lumpâ¦â¦. But Iâm glad, now I can close my eyes in peace.â
Yozen looked at the old man lying on the bed beside Andy, who was now shriveled up. The man was surrounded by the most expensive things of anyone Yozen had ever met, but he reeked of the foul stench of a man near death.
âDonât blame me, Andy. Donât sow resentment in the path of the dead. Remember, it was all for your own good.â
After returning to the family, Andy never spoke again. He ignored the familyâs hospitality, the suspicion, envy, and patronizing glances. Every once in a while, he would stroke Yozenâs head wordlessly as he looked up at him.
Yozen had not witnessed Helenaâs death and had been brought straight to the family home, so he had not yet realized that she was dead. Therefore, he did not cry. Just Jeffrey Holiven. He did not forget that the young man had destroyed all their happy times.
âIâll get rid of him, the man who killed Auntie.â
That was what Yozen told Andy in his bedroom one dark night. The instantaneous change of scenery, the unshakeable contemptuous gaze, and Andyâs completely different demeanor. It all took Yozenâs breath away. After a brief taste of happiness, he took up the knife to somehow return to the past.
And with his desperate will, he set Andyâs frozen time in motion.
âYou canât do that.â
He barely managed to get his voice out through his parched lips. He pulled Yozenâs stiff shoulders to him and patted the disintegrating child on the back.
âWhy? Iâll be strong. Iâll be strong enough to kill that man.â
âYou canât.â
âWhy!â
Yozen snarled, shoving Andy roughly away from him. It was a wild, furious look heâd never shown before. Tiny tears welled up in Yozenâs eyes. Andy, who had been silently staring into that sad face, spoke with a wistful smile.
âIf you kill that man, you will never be happy.â
âIf I kill that man, everyone will be happy.â
âKilling people is not easy, Yozen. Youâll lose a lot, and I donât want you to live a life stained with blood. You wandered through the mountains covered in blood because of someone elseâs malice, but you donât have to continue that malice.â
ââ¦â¦So youâre going to forgive that man, Uncle? He killed Auntie, he killed Helena!â
âOnly if my forgiveness will make you happy.â
Andyâs expression contorted strangely. He scrunched up his face, looking like he couldnât cry or laugh, and pulled Yozen, who had pushed him away, back into a hug.
âI will forgive him. Iâll hold it all in, so that you donât carry on my hatred, so Yozen. Donât hate people. Love is the only emotion you need to know.â
Love. Yozenâs time of happiness was too short to cherish it. Happiness was always the farthest thing from him, and just when he thought it was at his fingertips, it slipped away as if it had never been there.
Finally, someone came along to show him what love felt like, but it was fleeting. Yozen was still not allowed to love.