The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Unspoken Truth

Dominic Vance remained silent for a moment; naturally, he understood the meaning behind Chris’s words perfectly well. To tell the truth, he did not understand what was wrong with himself either. Did he know whether his mother suffered from insomnia? He knew, of course; he often heard his father complain about having to coax her carefully so she could fall into a deep sleep.

And yet, on that night, looking at Lucien’s reddened eyes and dazed expression, he still could not resist the urge to offer comfort. But the young man was missing his mother, and he had no idea what to do. He could only drag his own mother out to act as a shield.

Of course, his mother did not blame him at all, and the next day he also took the time to visit her. And what happened after that?

The noble lady did not look haggard in the slightest, leisurely taking a sip of tea while scolding him: "If it were not for my daughter-in-law, you would never remember this old mother of yours, would you?"

His mother also added: "If Lucien has any issues in the future, let me know. Was he missing his biological mother last night? Just hearing his voice, I could tell he could not hold back his sniffling and sobbing".

She sighed: "That child has a hard life, but he was very well-behaved when he was young. When he was just a little kid, he used to run around behind your back all the time..."

Then she went on to ramble about a million childhood stories, showing no annoyance at having been woken up by him in the middle of the night. But anyway, let that matter pass.

It was just that he did not know how to argue back in front of his friends. They knew him inside out, and Alex shook his head: "You are just deceiving yourself and others. I have been friends with you for so many years, our whole group has known each other for so long, and I have never seen you like this. You have never made an exception for anyone."

"I am not making any exceptions."

"You are not? Then what about the time you took him to visit his mother’s grave? Would you willingly give up an entire weekend just to drive someone to visit a cemetery? You do not even bother to visit your own family’s ancestral tombs."

Dominic Vance tightened his grip on his wine glass; he did not like being interrogated like this. But he could not find any reason to refute them either. Because everything they said was the truth.

Ben chimed in, his tone nonchalant: "And I heard the young man does not have an ordinary background either. The Sinclair family has quite the status, but rumor has it his biological father does not care for him; if he did, the initial marriage would not have been pushed onto that illegitimate son. But no matter what is said, the Sinclair family has a reputation, and by publicly attacking them like that, there are people gossiping about it in our circle".

"I do not care," Dominic Vance answered curtly.

"And yet you said you are not making an exception for anyone." Chris pinched his voice, mocking the sentence that Dominic Vance had just said earlier. Now he could only remain silent; even though he wanted to deny it, there was no way to argue back.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Alex slammed the table with a loud bang: "Alright, alright, just drink. If you do not want to talk, then do not. But I am telling you in advance, if you keep this attitude, do not regret it when that little guy gets bored and leaves."

"Shut up." Dominic Vance growled: "He will not leave".

"Oh, what makes you so sure?"

He did not answer. But in his heart, that question kept echoing. Why was he so sure? Lucien had never asked to leave. But Lucien had never said he would stay, either. He was just there, quietly, like a shadow. He had never asked what Lucien wanted. He had never asked if Lucien wanted to stay.

Chris stood up and patted his shoulder: "You should go home. I am telling the truth, Dominic, think carefully, do not let him slip away. Be a little more honest next time you meet us."

Dominic Vance finished his glass of wine, and surprisingly, he actually went home honestly.

The living room was pitch black, as Lucien had gone up to his room a long time ago. He walked up the stairs, reached the bedroom door, and for some reason, he stood there for a long time before pushing the door open. Lucien was fast asleep, curled up in the blankets. The sketchbook that Lucien often used for random drawings was tossed under the pillow, with a corner sticking out. He gently pulled it out and opened it to the latest page that still had a crease.

It was a drawing of two young women smiling, shoulder to shoulder. One had features resembling Lucien, and the other had features resembling him.

Below it was a note, the name of his mother and... perhaps Lucien’s mother.

To be honest, he was probably heartless; it had been a long time, and he did not even remember the exact name of the woman he usually called Madam Sinclair. After all, since the day she married Lucien’s father, very few people ever mentioned her name.

He looked at the drawing for a long time, then put the sketchbook back in its place, turned off the lights, and left.

That night, Dominic Vance lay on the bed in the guest bedroom, his eyes wide open staring at the ceiling. Chris’s words kept echoing in his head: "Are you regretful because you lost your medicine, or because you lost him?"

He had no answer.

The next morning, Lucien woke up early. He went down to the living room and saw Dominic Vance already sitting at the dining table, holding a cup of coffee, his face still slightly scowling. Seeing Lucien come down, he shot a glance before looking back at the newspaper.

"Eat breakfast, and then get ready."

"Where are we going?"

"To my mother’s house. It is the weekend, did you forget?"

Lucien was startled. He had really forgotten. His health had not been good these past few days; occasionally he kept thinking about his home, arguing with 00, and completely forgot about visiting Dominic Vance’s mother over the weekend. And it was not just his mother, there was also his father, and the whole bunch of relatives. Thinking of this, he naturally felt nervous.

"But... I have not prepared anything. I do not know what to wear, or what to say..."

"Wear something warm. Say whatever you want. My mother is not going to eat you, so what are you afraid of?"

Lucien chuckled, but he was still worried. He went up to his room, opened the closet, and picked through a few outfits again and again. Finally, he chose a white sweater and black trousers, simple yet polite. He looked at himself in the mirror, telling himself: "You are Lucien, you have faced so many harder things, why be afraid of your in-laws’ house".

But he was still genuinely scared.

The car drove to the suburbs, arriving at a small villa with a large garden. Dominic Vance parked in front of the gate, turning to look at Lucien: "We are here. Get out".

Lucien took a deep breath, opened the car door, and stepped down. As soon as he walked through the gate, he saw Madam Vance standing at the door, holding an apron with a bright smile on her face. But behind her was a middle-aged man standing straight, his face as stone-cold as Dominic Vance. It was his father.

"You are here? Come in, I am making fish porridge." Madam Vance waved her hand, then turned to her husband: "Why are you just standing there? Greet your daughter-in-law."

Mr. Vance glanced at his wife, then looked at Lucien, giving a very slight nod: "Yes. Come in".

Lucien bowed politely: "Hello to both of you".

As for Dominic Vance, he was blunt: "Did you cook it, or did the nanny cook it and you just put on an apron to act the part? Never mind, did you forget what you said to him last time?".

"Last time was different, that was just me flexing my authority at Lucien’s father to scare him".

"Give it a rest, you were flexing your authority at him too."

"Oh, you little rascal! Are you asking for a beating?"

Lucien tilted his head to the side, quietly observing the mother and son converse with one another, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. It was exactly as if... he were looking at his very own mother and older brother.

He observed the heartwarming scene unfolding before his eyes, allowing a soft, genuine smile to gracefully curve the corners of his lips. All of a sudden, he came to the quiet realization that perhaps this world was not quite as detestable and dreadful as he had once perceived it to be.

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