Love Doesn't Matter - Chapter 119
Translator and Editor: Hue and Tea
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Chapter 119 – Into the Flames
He jumped into the flames without hesitation.
Amid the roaring fire and falling embers, nothing could stop him. There was no time to feel the fear of death or the scorching heat. He rushed toward the burning cabin, and by the time he saw the cabin engulfed in flames, he was already on fire himself. Just the sight of the lifeless woman with her flesh seared by the flames felt like hell.
He leaped through the roaring flames, his face devoid of any vitality, and reached for the woman. Without reason, he pulled her out of the burning pit, driven only by instinct.
Finally, when they reached the soft grassy field untouched by the raging flames, he could feel a faint breath.
…She’s alive.
Overwhelmed with relief, he could only collapse to his knees.
“Emilia.”
Her response was a weak, almost inaudible moan, but it was enough. The man, on his knees, had found his god for the first time since his birth.
In the nearby thicket, a man had been watching the situation closely all along.
He had been waiting for the man to enter the forest, to send dozens of flaming arrows toward the cabin, or to do anything to interfere. But unexpectedly, that man had come out of nowhere and disrupted everything.
Of course, it changed nothing. The one who had hired him had made that clear.
Just burn it all down. You can set the entire forest on fire if you want. I won’t hold you responsible, even if someone dies in the process.
He quickly drew his gun. He checked the magazine and cautiously aimed the barrel.
Due to the darkness, the heat, and the wind blowing from all directions, aiming was not easy. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
If it weren’t for the whirlwind of flames carried toward him, and if he were an experienced marksman used to aiming down the barrel, he might have pierced the heart of his target. However, the shaky bullet merely grazed the man’s arm and passed by.
It was a fatal mistake for the gang leader.
The man was skilled in marksmanship from a young age and had undergone rigorous military training. Despite the pain in his shoulder, he reacted swiftly. With astonishing speed, he pulled out a submachine gun from his shoulder and turned toward the threat.
The bullet had already been loaded, and he had calculated the position of the shooter with precision. Thanks to the blazing flames lighting the dark sky, his vision was clear.
He steadied his aim with perfect posture, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
The fired bullets soared through the air and struck their target with deadly accuracy. There was no time for the gang leader to even scream. He collapsed like a ragdoll. It was instant death.
Hadius, now with a sense of urgency, quickly reloaded his weapon and aimed it in case there was another gang member hiding nearby.
“Master!” Two men on horseback appeared along the path leading to the cabin.
These mercenaries rushed to the cabin after sensing something was amiss, right after the skirmish with the impostor gang members.
“Master, please… get yourself treated.”
Through her hazy consciousness, she heard an urgent voice. Emilia struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as stones.
“The farm is on fire… they’ve captured everyone.”
“All three were killed… but one more… is chasing us.”
“Miss Bern, please… you need treatment before… the master…”
Obscured by the disjointed voices creating a raging storm, the urgent plea, “Get a doctor,” resonated with stunning clarity, as if it were her own.
It was only then that Emilia realized she was cradled in Hadius’ arms.
The man’s body pressed against hers trembled intensely, like someone suffering from a fever. The pounding of his heart in her ear was fierce enough to pierce bone.
Emilia felt an overwhelming sense of relief when she sensed the palpitations under his shirt. He had come for her, truly… he had come for her!
“……”
She tried to speak. She tried to. But every time she opened her mouth, it felt like a knife stabbing her throat. She could only produce painful moans. He must have heard the faint sound of her whimpering because he paused and looked down at her.
“Just hold on a little longer,” he said.
With a painful low voice, like expelling blood, he managed to rouse her consciousness, shaking her lungs. Emilia struggled to lift her head and looked down at her lower abdomen.
“Our baby…”
“……”
“Our child…”
“Please, don’t say anything anymore…”
His voice was agonizing and scraped against her like sandpaper. Emilia summoned all her strength and raised her eyelids again. Through her blurred vision, she saw him.
“……!”
A shock of pain pierced through his entire being. He was crumbling completely.
His once serene gray eyes now showed turmoil, and the muscles from his throat to his lips, jaw, and beyond trembled uncontrollably, as if they were about to explode at any moment.
Past the man’s shoulder, the roaring flames continued to engulf the cabin, screaming in agony.
Even in his fading consciousness, he could sense it.
Arson. Someone had set the fire. To kill me. To kill my family…!
Fear overwhelmed him. How could he describe the suffocating feeling he had when he first saw the raging flames?
Strangely, right now, what heated her chest wasn’t fear.
If Emilia had been there, she would have been consumed by self-blame and despair in the face of all this.
She didn’t want to hurt him. She didn’t want to make him suffer.
She had to tell him. She had to somehow convey the message.
It’s alright.
She tried to muster strength into her cheeks, pulling up the corners of her mouth.
I’m okay, and the baby is okay, too.
Her trembling hand reached out toward him, but no matter how hard she tried to extend her arm, her hand didn’t get close to his face. It kept slipping away. Her hand, weakly falling down, barely managed to grasp his shirt collar.
“Milord…”
As she struggled to utter these words, her eyes opened once again. It was a belated moment filled with a striking, shocking scene.
The man’s shirt was now stained bright red…
“Blood…!”
She couldn’t say more.
Unable to endure the intense pain surging through her spine, Emilia lost consciousness once again, and the man’s chest echoed with animalistic moans.
“At the moment, there don’t seem to be any life-threatening injuries,” the doctor stated, moistening his dry lips.
“Smoke inhalation leading to potential airway edema is a concern, but the patient’s condition doesn’t appear to be too severe. It seems she temporarily lost consciousness due to asphyxiation and sudden shock.”
“Oh, thank God,” Kallia breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together in a prayer-like gesture. Charlotte burst into tears and hugged her overwhelmed sister tightly, patting her soothingly.
“It’s okay, Charlotte.”
She whispered calmly, but Mitch still trembled. He couldn’t take his eyes off his sister, who lay motionless on the bed.
Why were all their family members so fixated on taking Uncle Beppy to the hospital?
He had been too relieved by the fact that Hadius Meyer had employed security guards in the woods.
He should have gone to pick up his sister yesterday, under no circumstances should he have left her alone…
His heart ached with regret and self-blame.
The doctor waited for the tense atmosphere to settle down before speaking again.
“The problem is with the fetus…”
The doctor’s gaze had no choice but to turn to the man standing by the window.
He had one hand in his pocket and stared out the window with a pale face. The transparent sunlight pierced through, illuminating the white shirt he was wearing and highlighting the bandages tightly wrapped around his shoulder.
After gazing at the man, who stood as still as a statue, for a moment, the doctor turned his head back to the family.
“So far, there have been no signs of a miscarriage. She hasn’t experienced any vaginal bleeding or abdominal pain.”
“Oh…,” Kallia sighed again, placing her hand on her chest.
“Of course, I can’t guarantee anything. There are cases where miscarriages occur without any symptoms. You should watch closely and enforce absolute rest for the time being.”
“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
Kallia bowed to the doctor repeatedly.
Ahem, the doctor cleared his throat and began to explain the precautions once again. Charlotte’s sniffles and the doctor’s stern voice echoed through the silent room.
Grozhang had just entered the boulevard of Reinsburgh and nervously wiped at his sweat as he sat on his swaying carriage. He was deeply disturbed by many things. Above all, the conversation he’d had with the Young Lady Reinen the previous night would not leave his mind.
“…I went to Sitmer not long ago. To surprise your master.”
The mention of Sitmer shocked him for a moment, but what followed shook him even more.
“I saw her there. Don’t try to deceive me. I looked on her with my own eyes.”
Grozhang gave up trying to control his expression. He looked directly into the keen, amber-colored eyes, her resolve to uncover the truth burning at him. This was not a situation he could pass off with a feeble deception.
“.. Is that so?”
Grozhang nodded slowly, his mind working furiously to come up with a response.
What does Young Lady know?
If he had been completely exposed, it might be better to waste no more time here and immediately run out to inform his master of this fact.
Fortunately, the other party laid it all bare.
“It seemed unusual, to say the least. Very… intimate. Everyone could see they… looked like lovers.”
Bianca Reinen was typically calm and did not easily show her emotions, the epitome of a lady. But at that moment, she was just an ordinary woman. Swayed by her emotions, making judgments on her own, simply a ‘human’ biting her lips due to her inability to win.
“She was really beautiful. Even from afar… enough to make me, a woman just like her, admire her. She’s beautiful enough to captivate a man like Hadius Meyer…”
Grozhang realized at that moment.
I like her. I’m the only one who likes her.
What was shining in her eyes was not a plot or conspiracy. It was just jealousy as sharp as a dagger.
He thought she was a perfect match for a strategic marriage, but that was also a complete misconception.
“Miss…”
“That’s the woman, right?”
That question shook Grozhang to his core. At least the identity of ‘that woman’ had not been completely exposed. Relief mixed with the frustration that choked his heart.
How could she have come to harbor feelings for a man who had lost all reason and was running wild, unable to distinguish heaven from earth?
That kind of man who was madly in love with her, so mad that he couldn’t think clearly, who was having a meltdown, who might be pondering coldly whether to put ‘Bianca Reinen’ on his blacklist…
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