There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 692

Chapter 692: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 27

"What do you mean he...regressed?" Bassena widened his eyes, shifting his gaze from the glass window to Radia on the couch.

Inside the bedroom, Han Joon was sitting awkwardly on the bed, hands fiddling with a box of chocolate milk. The white-coat talking to him was not his doctor, but a counseling psychiatrist. One for a child.

"Not exactly that, he just..." Laurel sighed while stroking Radia’s nape. The summoner had been burying his face in his palms for half an hour. "He thought he was eight years old. He said it had only been a few months since his mother and sister died."

"Amnesia?"

"Something like that," she nodded. "The doctor did say there was something slightly wrong in the brain scan, but he never thought it would be memory loss."

Bassena and Zein wanted to groan because--damn it! They thought it was over. "Is it permanent?"

"We...have no idea," Laurel shook her head sullenly. "We only found out, so we are still trying to figure out stuff."

Radia pressed his face harder into his palms, nails digging slightly into his skin and leaving reddish marks. The memory of what transpired that morning would haunt him for the rest of his life.

At first, Radia thought Han Joon was joking, pranking him like usual to lighten the mood. He stared at the man with an unimpressive gaze, but what Joon said next was something Radia knew his husband would never joke about.

Closing his eyes, Han Joon let out a resigned sigh. "Did my father send you?" he asked in a dry voice. "Does he finally decide to get rid of me?"

Radia was so startled that he jumped off the bed, staring at Han Joon with widened eyes, at his familiar, but also unfamiliar husband.

It wasn’t rare for him to see Han Joon putting on a cold mask, without any expression. But this...those black eyes were empty, dead. It brought him back to a memory of his childhood; of a boy who did not cry facing the dead body of his mother and sister because he was thought not to.

That boy, in the body of a forty-year-old, got up groggily. The black eyes no longer looked empty, but the innocence had been replaced by caution and suspicion. He scooted to the edge of the bed, before carefully standing up with his wobbly legs that hadn’t been used for a while. Seeing the man standing in attention, with perfect posture even on wobbly legs, and eyes lowered to the ground, Radia just wanted to cry.

He had always wondered what kind of life Han Joon had lived before meeting him during their teenage days. He knew the gist of it, but he could never bring himself to ask for details, because Han Joon had always deflected the topic about that with an uncomfortable look in his eyes.

Was this...was this how he finally found out about it? Must it be this way?

"...Joon?"

"Yes, Sir. Han Joon, Sir."

Radia closed his eyes for a second; it was just too much seeing his husband like this...again. Answering readily as if he were a soldier, even though it was clear that he was a child inside. A child...yeah, Joon called him uncle earlier, didn’t he?

Taking a deep breath, Radia shoved away all the shock and frustration he had. There would be time for that later--the most important thing was that Joon stayed alive. As long as Joon was alive, they could do something about this situation.

For now, just being seen as someone who wanted to kill him was enough stab to the heart for Radia. For a child to even think like that...there must have been precedent. Perhaps a threat. That bastard who didn’t have the right to call himself a father!

Radia walked around the bed to reach Joon, but stopped when he saw the man tensed considerably. His darting, cautious eyes were as if contemplating between running away and following the order. "Han Joon, I am not sent by your father."

The rigid face faltered, but the caution was still there. "Then...who are you?"

Who...who was he? Radia’s brilliant mind suddenly paralyzed because...how could he say he was a husband?

Fortunately, at that time, a team of doctors and nurses came inside the room to answer the summon of the emergency button Radia had pressed earlier. Immediately, he gave an ’order’ to the ’kid’ who was overly obedient to a fault.

"Joon, sit down for now," Radia said before turning toward the medical team and raising his head, halting them. He had to explain the situation first before the doctor examined Han Joon.

Obediently, Han Joon took a seat--not in the bed, but the couch beneath the window. The bed was only for sleeping or when he couldn’t move his body at all. Since he still could stand--even though his legs felt like jelly for some reason--he should only sit on a chair.

But...it was nice that he was allowed to sit. His father usually didn’t allow him to. Was the man telling him the truth, then? The red man wasn’t one of his father’s people? But...

But what if it was a trick to deceive him?

With that startling thought, Han Joon was torn into a dilemma. Should he stand up in case his father would get angry by this behavior, or would he get scolded because it would mean going against an order?

Hmm...but that red man earlier...looked familiar for some reason. That deep red hair and crimson eyes reminded him of the lovely boy telling him it was alright to cry when one felt sad or in pain. He wondered where that boy was now...