When he heard her reply, a delighted smile ca on his lips. When he saw her expression, he felt compelled to chuckle but struggled to do so. He got to his feet and turned to face Michel, demanding, "Aren't you going to do sothing?"
"At the very least, he must bear that. I won't train him if he can't even stand that." Michel spoke without even looking at Mike, whose condition was deteriorating by the second. David let out a sigh and shook his head. Mike was clearly not in fighting shape, as he could see.
He could have, but Mike lacks willpower. He isn't the type to utilize his Willpower to battle geniuses. David understands it better than anybody else, possibly even Elizabeth. But he is speechless.
After all, Elizabeth has remained silent.. It could be a condition that requires Michel's assistance, or it could simply be a support for her spouse. Elizabeth, on the other hand, wanted Mike to suffer a little this ti. But she had no idea what she believed was a big deal for Mike.
Her motives for doing so were sound. After all, she was well aware of how difficult his training would be. Alena caught David's leg just as he gave Mike a glimpse. She was on the edge of passing out. Her eyes were blinking as if they wanted to close.
She was exerting her willpower, however, to keep them open. David, too, was taken aback and looked down.
"Sigh!" David massages the flesh between his brows and exclaims, "All right!" Just as he turned to face Mike, his gaze was drawn to Michel and Elizabeth, whom he regarded with scorn.
Michel was unconcerned about his eyes. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had her hand clutched tightly. She promised Michel that if she wants Michel to train Mike, she will not assist him. That's why, despite her urgent need for Mike, she couldn't move her body.
And Alena's words make her heartache even more. It's almost as if she wasn't related to Mike at all. That was the effect of Alena's comnts. And that was a very harsh thing to say in front of the parents. But Alena was unconcerned.
Jenny's words are still fresh in her mind. In fact, it was difficult for her to think Mike was still a child who had not matured. But she quickly realized that wasn't the case. It's just that Mike has always acted more on impulse than logic.
That's why Mike gets emotional so quickly. Even if he can tolerate the pain, he lacks the willpower of the strong. Unless there is sothing that might emotionally trigger him, his willpower will be at its lowest.
"Kid, this won't help you much, but it will help you resist that poison." David tapped his brow, and imnse energy emitted from his fingertip. It went straight to his brain and began repairing his neuron.
"Wait for a second! Shit! That was a mistake on my part." He whacked his head with another hand and spoke just as that energy triggered his brain.
"What exactly did you do?" Elizabeth dashed in front of Mike and inquired.
"My energy activated his cerebrum. We can only wait until he recovers to see if he has changed. But, if it surprises you, don't take it personally." As soon as he said that, he walked out of the room, a huge smile on his face, followed by laughter.
"I hope nothing bad happens," Elizabeth said as she walked towards Alena and Jenny. She takes them up and carries them in her arms as she walks away softly. After a few monts, she reappears and takes Lauren. She continues until she has gathered all of the girls into a single room.
Elizabeth groans and returns to the room after seeing them pass unconscious. Michel was still standing in the sa place at this ti. Elizabeth beca even more enraged and smashed his back.
"Wait, what was that for?" He was taken aback by her, even though it didn't hurt. Michel couldn't help but exclaim.
"Why are you staring so intently? Why don't you just go aid him?" Elizabeth spoke to him while standing to his left.
"I don't believe inviting was a good idea." Michel sighs and shakes his head.
"Why?" Elizabeth asks him in a perplexing tone. But then she discovers sothing and says, "If you're talking about your relationship with girls, don't worry, they're not blockheads. They may eventually accept you."
"No, I'm not referring to that. I don't believe now is the ti to train him. Let's see how long it takes for the person to drop his bomb. I'll construct my training plan based on his actions." Michel progressively fades away as he says this. But Elizabeth grabs his hand and drags him down.
She moves forward and raises her head. Her tug twists him around as she presses her lips against his. Michel's ferocious passion erges as he feels her cherry lips and grabs her waist. As he draws her into his embrace, his large hands envelop her tiny waist.
He carefully pushes his tongue out, which is obstructed by her teeth. When she receives the approaching strike, she fearlessly eliminates the defense and returns the blow with the speed of a viper. When his tongue charges within her, it is imdiately encircled by her tongue.
As they dug further into each other's mouths, they tasted the fluid nectar. For five minutes, the passionate kiss lasts.
"Ahem!"
They are startled even by a little cough. They gently turn their heads and notice Mike staring at them with his huge eyes. Elizabeth feels mortified, and Michel has a flushed expression on his face. The room is deafeningly quiet.
"So, I'm assuming he's my father?" Mike asks in a gentle tone. He does not use an excessive tone, nor does he express lancholy.
"Yes!" Elizabeth was taken aback by his tone, but she nodded nevertheless.
Mike casts a glimpse at his father's face. He can clearly see the face, which is identical to his own. He couldn't understand why his father was still more attractive than him.
He turned to his mother and asked, "Can I accept it?" But I'm not sure I understand. Why would you go to all that work to call yourself my aunt? Even if you told you were my mother, I wouldn't have a problem."
"To be more specific, it would be much better. You did everything a mother would do, but you were too shy to admit it. Is there a unique explanation for this?"
"Due to the fact that you are not our son," Michel spoke clearly and without flinching. But Elizabeth's heart wrenched as she realized she wasn't ready to disclose it.
"What exactly do you an?" Mike cleared his throat and inquired as his heartbeat beca more rapid. He went to Elizabeth and asked, "What did he an by that?"
"Mike, tell us the truth: are you truly our son? Not from within, but from without!" Elizabeth inquired, her eyes going hot.
For a brief period, his heart pounded as he heard her words. He had no idea his folks were aware of it. He chews his lower lip and exclaims, "So you knew, aunt!"
He no longer tried to hide and addressed her as the aunt, as he should have done all along. Because her son's soul has already passed away.
Thump!
Elizabeth suddenly leaps into his embrace. As she says, "Sniff!" her hot tears drench his garnts. "Please be my son! I've already been through a lot. Please don't make suffer any longer!"
That was correct. She had been stressed out since she had so many decisions to make. And she was forced to make judgnts she didn't want to make on nurous occasions.
"All right, mom! But you are aware that I am still frail." Mike's shoulder beca wet in an instant, and he sighed helplessly as he patted her on the head.
"Sniff! I'll go make so Chicken Pasta for you." As she moved away from him, a grin appeared on her face, and she spoke while wiping away her tears. She couldn't understand why Mike consented so quickly, but she didn't try to figure out why.
"I will also prepare a al for you." She turned just as she had said, but Michel was no longer there. When she realized this, she took a step back. Mike places his palm on his brow and asks, "He hates , doesn't he?"
"Please do not misinterpret this! He is yet to accept his death. But I know he is finally at peace. It's difficult to live with the curse." Mike didn't understand why, but when she said that, his heart twisted so tight that the pain beca even more intense than it had been a few minutes before.
"I will break the curse. At the very least, this is sothing I can do for him." Mike talked while his forearm was covering his eyes. Elizabeth chews her lower lip and says, "Thank you!"
After that, she leaves the room while a hot stream of tears falls down his cheek.
"It hurts! This fucking hurts!"
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