Bound By The Living Yama のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The man suddenly chuckled and replied confidently, "I'm afraid that can't happen."Damien furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what kind of hitman would laugh so confidently after being caught. But when the man removed his mask, Damien got his answer. Looking closely at the man's face, he was bewildered to see Lync—the very same cadet he had trained to become a military commander. Lync was smiling, clearly thrilled to witness Damien getting punished. He had been ecstatic when Richard called to invite him to see Damien's downfall, courtesy of Patriarch Tae himself.Damien turned to his grandfather. "So this was all planned, huh?"Grandpa Tae smiled back at him. "No, it wasn't. I just wanted to test your skills. It’s been years since we played games like this."Damien clenched his fists. This was exactly why he never wanted to set foot in this place. His grandfather had a twisted mind and always wanted others to adapt to his brutal way of thinking. Damien had worked hard to run the business

As Grandpa Neil helped Damein into the car, he made sure he was lying on his stomach so the wounds on his back wouldn't press against the seat.He turned to Elijah with a pleading look."Please... take him to the hospital."Elijah nodded without hesitation."Yes, sir. I will."Grandpa Neil felt a little relieved. After everything Damein had suffered, he was grateful that someone besides himself still cared so deeply for him.As Elijah started the engine and drove away, Neil remained standing at the entrance of the ancestral home, watching until the car disappeared into the darkness.If anyone had looked up carefully, they would have noticed another figure standing silently on the balcony.It was Grandpa Tae.With his hands behind his back, he watched the car drive away. Though he would never admit it, seeing Damein's back covered in blood caused a sharp ache in his heart.Meanwhile, on the road, Elijah kept glancing at the rearview mirror, checking on his boss every few seconds.He kn

Eat it, you lowly servant, or I'll call my parents."Desperately, Elijah looked around the garden.Dozens of wealthy guests had witnessed everything. Their eyes met his for only a second before each of them quietly looked away.Not a single person stepped forward.It wasn't because they hadn't seen what was happening. They simply didn't want to offend the powerful Augustine family.In that moment, Elijah understood something no child should ever have to learn. To everyone present, he wasn't a little boy who needed help. He wasn't even a human being in their eyes.He was merely a servant, and servants were expected to suffer in silence.As Elijah bent down to pick up the brownie, he squeezed his eyes shut. He had just noticed a tiny bug crawling across its surface, but he forced himself to ignore it. Slowly, he opened his mouth, preparing to eat it.Around him, the guests watched in silence. Some stared in amusement, others in disbelief, but none of them stepped forward. Trevor watched

Etahn made sure several hours had passed before going to Damien's room. He had quietly monitored Elijah and Doctor Ronald, waiting patiently until they were finished. Standing outside the bedroom door, he leaned closer, hoping to hear what they were discussing, but their voices were too low. The only sentence he managed to catch was Elijah's. "I'll escort you downstairs, Doctor." Etahn's eyes lit up. This was his chance. He quickly slipped back into his room before they came out. After waiting a few minutes to avoid suspicion, he walked back to Damien's bedroom and knocked gently. Knock. Knock. He waited. Silence. He knocked again. Still nothing. Etahn sighed. He had wanted Damien to invite him in because he didn't want to invade his privacy, but if he kept waiting, Elijah would return and he would lose his opportunity. Slowly, he reached for the doorknob. Just as his fingers wrapped around it, a stern voice rang out behind him. "What do you think you're doing?" Etahn froze. He turned

Ethan sat down opposite Matthew, trying to look cautious. After all, he didn't know much about Matthew other than the fact that he was a well-known multimillionaire. Matthew, who had just taken a sip of his coffee, noticed Ethan staring intently at him. He smiled slightly and said, "Calm down, I'm not going to kidnap you." The moment Ethan heard the word kidnap, he froze. Cold sweat broke out across his skin, and panic filled his face as he stared at Matthew. Having actually been kidnapped once before, the word instantly triggered his worst memories. Matthew had only been joking to ease the tension, but he hadn't expected to hit a nerve. "Why did you call me here? Tell me now!" Ethan demanded, slamming his hand against the table. Several people in the cafe turned around to look at them. Matthew raised an eyebrow at Ethan’s sudden outburst. "Calm down. I'm not here to fight," he said smoothly. "I just want to talk." Ethan tried to steady his breathing. "What could a multimillionaire