There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Chapter 289. Answer

"I meet these two handsome boys in front of your door," the grandma cheerfully told the three residents of the apartment unit. "This one said he’s the son of your friend--isn’t he talking about that beautiful lady?"

The Grandma pointed at the framed pictures of three young women on top of the cabinet near the living room as she walked inside. Indeed, one of them was a beautiful young woman with striking blue eyes and golden hair. It was the reason why the grandma easily believed Zein’s words, because she recognized the pretty blue eyes.

"Yes, I am," Zein replied to the grandma, looking at the framed pictures with mixed feelings.

"My, my--no wonder you’re so pretty," the grandma laughed while looking at the framed picture with Zein. Thanks to that, she did not catch the way the owner of the resident actually shaking in nervousness.

"I look like my father, though," Zein replied light-heartedly. "I only inherited her eyes."

The grandma looked at Zein with raised brows. "Your father must be a very handsome man."

"Thank you for the compliment," Zein laughed softly, eyes never leaving the framed picture.

His mother was even younger in the picture, smiling shyly at the camera as her two friends hugged her lovingly, cheeks stuck to each other. It was easy to see how close they were, almost like sisters instead of friends.

Well, at least he knew they still saw Lucia as their friend, seeing that her picture was mixed among the pictures of families. But it made him question the lack of response to his inquiry before.

"No wonder you’ve never replied to my mails, Aunty. It seems like they went to your old house instead," Zein said, looking at the two middle-aged women standing awkwardly in the room that Zein and Bassena had invited themselves in. "You should have told me if you’re moving out."

Bassena glanced at the guide, never thought he would see Zein acting so sad like this; must have been thanks to all of those PR training. "Well, it’s fine now that we found them, right? Ah, what should I do with this?"

"Oh my, I almost forgot. Hana, take this from this young man--if I knew you would have guests visiting, I would have made more," the grandma sighed, before clasping her hands. "Oh! Why don’t you all come over for lunch later, mm?"

"T-that’s..."

"That would be lovely," Bassena said while passing the dish to the girl who got paler and almost stuttered, smiling charmingly to the grandma, as he did in all those commercials.

The grandma laughed and clapped her hand shortly, genuinely looking glad that she could feed more people to her cooking. Zein shifted his gaze from Lucia’s picture and smiled sweetly at the grandma, who reminded him of the grandma who took care of him when he was a child.

"Thank you," he said softly, and the grandma pinched his chin like she would to her grandchildren.

"Such a pretty boy," she said with a soft laugh before leaving the apartment unit.

Bassena sent the grandma to the door, courteously saying he couldn’t wait for the lovely lunch, and closed the door softly behind her. His palm stayed for a few more seconds there, spreading his mana around the room to prevent any sound from leaking out.

Didn’t want to make the grandma worry and all.

He was right on time too, because the young woman in her mid-twenties, Hana, started to yell in both nervousness and worry, which made her voice even louder.

"Y-you can just do this!" she yelled from the kitchen after putting the dish safely on the dining table--thank Gods--and stomped out to the living room, putting herself in front of the two middle-aged women, one of whom was her mother. "You can’t just barge into someone else’s h-house, no matter how...how powerful you are!"

It was quite a ballsy move, seeing that she was not even an esper. Actually, she was only a civilian, so standing in front of a saint-class esper and a saint candidate must have taken all of her courage. Bassena wanted to commend her for that alone.

"Well, technically, we’re not barging in," Bassena shrugged, leaning against the wall beside the door. "We were let in."

The girl stuttered. "Y-you use trick!"

"Hana..." one of the middle-aged women, the girl’s mother, grabbed her daughter’s arm.

"But Mother--"

"Look," Zein sighed, raising his hands in front of him in an attempt to show them he didn’t mean harm. "We’re not here to hurt anyone. All I want is a reply, an answer. I just want to know what my mother was like when she was young, now that I finally found out who she was."