Regrets Of A Second Male Lead

e again because she felt her patience was slowly slipping away.

 

“My son… You must have been really upset and had a hard time.
Then, I’ll wait until you calm down, Abel.”

 

In fact, she needed time to sort out her own mind before her child’s.

 

“…”

 

“When you feel better, can you tell Mother what made you sad? Mother needs to know why Abel is so hurt so I can help you.”

 

“…”

 

There was still no answer from Abel, but Chloe decided not to be impatient.
She simply caressed Abel’s back who was lying on his stomach.

 

However, her mind was not the same as her gentle touch.
In fact, as upset and confused she was, she was angry at him.

 

‘What’s wrong with you? What do you mean by doing this to me… You even… Then… What about Mother, huh?’

 

She wanted to push the child while releasing all of her insignificant and foolish feelings inside.
She wanted to cry while telling the child that she was also having a hard time.

 

The sight of the child turning his back on her was awful.
It was as if the shadow of her husband overlapped with her child.
If she could, she wanted to force him to turn around and look at her.

 

‘Oh, where did it go wrong?’

 

She thought she loved Abel enough, and she thought she was raising him well… Tears filled Chloe’s eyes as she felt like she was treated unfairly until the end.
She thought she didn’t cry easily, but it wasn’t like that anymore.
She quickly held back the tears in her eyes.

 

Sob, sob. 

 

Abel calmed down at some point and heard his mother whimper.
Was she crying? Abel stuck out his head from under the blanket, and looked at his mother.

 

He made eye contact with Chloe, who was intentionally sniffing loudly.

 

“…Mother?”

 

Abel, who called his mother anxiously with a runny nose, returned to the son she knew.
The child who turned his back on her and turned away from her voice was so unfamiliar to her.
To the point where she was scared and frustrated.

 

“…Abel, do you really hate Mother that much?”

 

Chloe asked with a wounded look on her face.

 

“Hic.”

 

Abel tearfully shook his head at his mother’s question.
He didn’t hate her.
He wished his mom would be happy.
He didn’t want his mother to cry.
If she could be happy, even if he disappeared…

 

“HUHU!”

 

Abel eventually burst into tears again and buried himself in his mother’s arms.
The child gave up on his thoughts because he felt great dismay.

 

“My son must have been very upset.”

 

Chloe patted the child in her arms.
She had to scold him for pushing Renee, but comforting her son’s heart was the first thing she had to do.

 

“Abel, tell me why you’re so sad.”

 

As Abel’s breathing gradually became even, Chloe asked.

 

“…I was just sad.
Because, hic, I’m not a daughter.”

 

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that made Abel sad.

 

Jis mother and father’s unstable relationship caused his anxiety to rise.
He was scared because Sir Herace seemed to be close with his mother.
He was also jealous that his father cherished Renee.

 

There were so many causes, but it wasn’t easy for Abel, a mere child, to explain it logically.

 

Furthermore, the child also knew.
His mother would be sad if he told her the cause of his sorrow was her.
Therefore, Abel only told the reason that wasn’t related to his mother.

 

“What? Abel?”

 

Chloe asked out of surprise.

 

“…”

 

“Why do you keep saying that?”

 

“Huff, a daughter who looks like you, Mother… because you want to have one, so I…”

 

“Who said so?”

 

“…Father.”

 

Chloe sighed dumbfoundedly.
He said that in front of the child? That man is so…

 

Chloe would normally try to find out everything because her husband couldn’t have said so, but now her trust in her husband had plummeted to zero.

 

“Phew, Abel, listen to me.”

 

“…”

 

“Nothing is more precious to Mother and Father than Abel.
There’s no one we love more than Abel, and there’s no one who we want more than Abel.”

 

“But…”

 

“No, but that’s not the same thing.
Abel, you are a gift to mom and dad.
If Dad wanted another child… It’s all thanks to you.”

 

“What?”

 

“He wants to have another sweet and kind child like Abel.
But that doesn’t mean his love for Abel has changed.
Do you get it?”

 

Chloe didn’t know what she was talking about, but she intended to comfort Abel.
However, contrary to what she said, she bit her lips because she was angry at her husband.

 

How could he say something that would hurt the child so easily?! Her heart ached at the fact that her husband hurt her precious child.

 

Abel obviously wasn’t just her child, he was their child, but at some point, that concept had become cloudy to Chloe.

 

Anger toward her husband, guilt for her own child, and shame at herself made her feel as if Abel was only her child at some point.