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This time, her expression was different—less angry.
She knelt down, gently wrapping his wounds in bandages.
“Your mom asked me to teach you a lesson,” she said, her tone flat.
“You need to listen to her from now on. Clear?”
Hector didn’t respond.
His mind was too numb to form thoughts.
When he was finally sent back home, his mother was nowhere to be found.
She had fallen sick again and ended up back in the hospital.
Hector, distressed, didn’t visit.
Just two days later, he got the news: she was dead.
At his mother’s funeral, Hector felt numb.
He stood there, but he couldn’t even cry.
He couldn’t make sense of it.
Why had his mother treated him that way? Hadn’t she seen how close he had come to dying?
After his mother’s death, Hector grew lonelier at home.
His father, consumed by his business, barely noticed him.
The house was filled with money, but it didn’t matter.
Hector had everything and yet, nothing at all.
One afternoon, as the emptiness stretched on, he realized something: money could buy distractions.
He could buy a pet.
He bought a kitten and shut it in a dark box.
He waited curiously for the animal to react, to fight for freedom, or to give up.
Three days later, he opened the box to find the kitten dead.
He didn’t even feel pity.
Instead, he sneered, disgusted by its weakness.
He didn’t stop there.
He tried with other animals—puppies, rabbits, anything that might satisfy his need to see something react.
But eventually, the thrill of it all faded.
As he got older, his good looks and his family’s wealth attracted women like moths to a flame.
They all came seeking what they could take from him.
He found their attention shallow, their motives clear as day, but he couldn’t help but find it all strangely amusing, too.
Those women claimed to love him, but Hector knew they were lying, each driven by selfish ambitions.
Hector found a twisted pleasure in manipulating women, relishing the sight of their joyful expressions before leading them down to the basement—a place where his dark games began.
The very women who professed their love for him would soon abandon their pretense, pleading desperately for their freedom.
But why would he grant it?
To him, each woman seemed more malicious, more deceitful than the last.
In his warped reasoning, Hector justified his cruelty as a societal service, a way to prevent these women from inflicting harm on others in the future.
The louder they screamed, the more exhilarated he felt.
It was through this perverse game that Hector believed he had finally discovered the meaning of life.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from him, echoing eerily within the empty confines of the basement.
He no longer felt fear.
A dagger had pierced his chest, the blade sinking deep and staining his shirt crimson.
As death loomed closer, a strange calmness washed over Hector.
After all, he had already taken many lives.
Leaning against the cold wall, he allowed his eyes to close.
At that very moment, a long-buried memory surfaced—the conversation he had overheard from behind the basement door suddenly became crystal clear.
The woman who had kidnapped him said, “Why are you in such a hurry?”
A man responded, urgency lacing his tone, “Quick, let the boy out! We’ve taken the wrong one!”
“What? Then whose child is he?”
The man answered, his voice trembling with anxiety, “He’s Aldin Lyons’s son! His mother has fainted from searching for him, and the Lyons family has called the police. If we’re discovered, we’re done for!”
“Oh my God, the Lyons family!” the woman gasped, her voice trembling with terror.
Their operation had always been about money—trafficking children for profit. But this? Abducting a child from a family as powerful as the Lyons family meant courting disaster, a wrath far beyond anything they could handle.
Hector’s eyes snapped open.
His heart thundered in his chest, only to slow, weakened by the relentless loss of blood.
He never imagined the truth was like this; that woman was a human trafficker, not someone his mother had invited to teach him a lesson.
How had he not understood the meaning of that overheard conversation all those years ago?
Perhaps his own pain had blinded him to the truth.
Hector’s trembling hands clenched into fists as a hoarse whisper escaped his lips.
“Mom…”
A single tear slid down the corner of his eye.
His mother had fallen gravely ill while searching for him.
She had already been weakened by postpartum complications, and the relentless stress of looking for her missing son had only worsened her condition, ultimately claiming her life.
And yet, for all these years, Hector had held onto a bitter resentment toward her.
Now, the truth was suffocating.
Tears spilled from his eyes, carving wet trails down his face as his body trembled violently.
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