Chapter 118.2

Adam tried to catch his blurring consciousness. But it was a futile effort. His body faltered once and his vision quickly reversed.

“Adam…!”

The last thing he heard was Hae-won’s voice calling him anxiously.

That’s how he lost consciousness.

* * *

“Mom is really happy.”

It was one day.

Marie crept up and stroked the child’s round head. Little Adam put down the book he was reading and submitted to the gentle touch.

Marie is Adam’s mother.

An Omega, she was living alone with her son in the Philippines. In spite of that, life was rather good. Because there were many customers who liked her paintings.

Adam glanced out of the window, feeling his mother’s friendly touch. The endless sky was beautiful as if the sea was thinly spread.

January in the Philippines is cool.

In Korea, Marie’s hometown, snow falls around this time. Adam only saw them through TV and photography. And with books.

Adam saw a hexagonal snow crystal in a science book, and asked if she was happy.

“I can eat delicious food with my angel and live while drawing a lot of pictures that I like. So I’m happy.”

“Yes.”

Marie burst into laughter at the child’s blunt answer.

Marie is said to be a happy woman.

Adam didn’t know what happiness was. Is this being happy with your life? He vaguely understood the word happiness.

“Dr. Bjorn, is this diagnostic kit correct? It could be because he’s still young, right? Right? When he grows up, the results will be different. I’m sure it is. My son is an alpha. That’s ridiculous.….”

But at some point, Marie’s happiness changed from hope to thirst, not a conviction.

Marie was a woman who wanted to be happy. She was a woman whose happiness was parched. Her life was no longer happy.

Adam soon found out why.

“Why! Why did you become such a monster? You were the only one I had!”

Her only son awoke to Alpha.

Marie couldn’t accept the reality. It was already predicted that the father of the child was Alpha.

Despite Dr. Bjorn’s visit to complete the examination, she denies reality until the end. In the end,

“You monster!”

She hit her little child with her hand.

The fact that he had become an Alpha, that she had kept the monster in her stomach for ten months and even milked it.

The woman denied it. “You monster!”  Marie slapped Adam on the cheek once more. The child’s face turned with a slap. And he heard something breaking.

Is it an earthquake? Adam looked around quickly.

However, the high ceiling, the wall with the mother’s graffiti on it, and the carpeted floor were all fine.

It wasn’t around an earthquake. It was Adam’s life that collapsed. It was the happiness that Adam believed in.

The child heard the thin happiness collapse, and he sensed that he could never go back to his old self.

“…I wish you were, dead.”

Marie murmured in tears. Adam forgot how to talk when he saw the transparent tears. He just stared at the glass-like tears that fell on the floor.

A few days later.

The woman began to move busily to make up for the time she lay like a corpse. Adam crouched in the corner and watched her.

The woman took off all the paintings on the wall and burned all the canvases she was working on. Then she scattered black paint on the windows, on the walls. At first, he thought she was painting the whole house, but she wasn’t. It was not long before the darkness fell into the house.

So Marie isolated herself from the world.

“Don’t turn on the light.”

In a house where there is no light all day long, the time has become unclear. The relationship between the woman and Adam has also become blurred.

Adam was still young and in need of adult care. But Marie was no longer a mother.

Adam realized. It’s a luxury to want this woman to be a proper guardian. In the past, he felt ‘safe’ when he was with Marie, but this is also a thing of the past.

There were no parents who accepted a child unconditionally. There is no absolute love either.

Adam was isolated again in the isolated world created by Marie.

“It’s a butterfly… It’s a butterfly……. Fly over here.”

One day, the woman hummed and spread the dead butterfly wings with her fingertips.

She tried to mimic the flapping of the wings as if the butterfly was alive, but the fragile fibers could not withstand the strength and were brutally torn.