Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 179 Should he hate me? Part2

Michael, a child marred by an unhappy childhood, harbored a twisted psyche, especially due to his father's harshness.

Only his mother showed him kindness, which perhaps sowed the seeds of an Oedipal complex within him.

Whenever Laura's name came up, a mix of longing and affection flickered in Michael's eyes—mostly reflecting his yearning for his mother, yet tinged with an indefinable emotion towards Laura, hinting at deeper, more complex feelings.

At this moment, my own heart was in turmoil.

It felt like a mess had just been dumped on me.

Suddenly, there was Michael, a son who appeared out of nowhere, a potential home-wrecker, and a man who had deceived me twice.

He was psychologically disturbed, yet I couldn't simply ignore him.

What was I supposed to do?

Should I just leave Michael to fend for himself with Luna?

Guilt over Laura gnawed at me, leaving me indecisive...

I found myself bereft of any clear thought, utterly disoriented by the magnitude of the shock.

I could no longer respond to Michael's questions.

I slowly stood up, feeling unusually light, brushed past Michael—barely noticing his gaze—and walked out of the room.

Luna was standing outside the door, having waited there the whole time.

Her face showed concern as she opened her mouth to speak but then thought better of it and remained silent.

Descending the stairs, I moved forward slowly, hearing the faint sound of footsteps behind me.

Without looking, I knew it was Luna following me.

I didn't pay attention to the process until I reached the villa's main door, my thoughts finally catching up with me.

I was at a crossroads, unsure whether to go home or back to the hotel.

The world seemed vast, yet I felt I had nowhere to belong.

"Maybe you should stay here tonight..." Luna's voice came from behind, sensing my distress.

She looked worried as she spoke, her eyes pleading.

"Let's not send Michael abroad just yet. Give me some time to think," I said, then headed towards the familiar path leading to the hotel.

I didn't want to face Betty, Michael, or anyone else.

"Do you want it to be just the two of us, or the three of us?" I asked, looking directly at Betty.

"Just the two of us..." Betty hesitated briefly before responding.

Everyone hesitates when answering tough questions, but whether Betty's hesitation was about accepting the situation or considering Michael, I couldn't tell.

"Alright..." I had already made up my mind.

Although I knew what Betty would say, I needed to gauge her response.

Despite a fleeting moment of hesitation, she seemed to accept the situation.

As for Michael, it seemed best to arrange for him to stay elsewhere for a while, and he definitely needed psychological therapy.

I didn't speak or eat; instead, I slowly changed my shoes and left the room.

"Where are you going?" Betty asked, her voice trembling with nervousness as she ran up to me, her hands reaching out but stopping mid-air, unable to touch me.

I didn't respond to Betty and walked out of the house.

Instead of walking as I had when I first arrived, I hailed a taxi and headed straight for the villa.

Upon arriving, thankfully Luna was still there, surprised by my sudden appearance, but Michael was nowhere to be seen.

"Come with me..." I said to Luna, heading straight to the study, with Luna obediently following.

"You're aware of Michael's situation, aren't you?" I didn't beat around the bush.

"I know some of it..." Luna seemed uneasy facing me.

"Let's not send Michael abroad for now," I stated my decision directly.

"Why? Just because he's your... You know it's dangerous to keep him close. What are you going to do?" Luna was visibly agitated, seemingly eager to dissuade me.

"I owe him and his mother that much. Let's not send him abroad just yet. Please find the best psychologist for him," I pleaded with Luna, feeling a bit embarrassed for troubling her repeatedly, especially since we weren't exactly close.

"Justin, you should know, not everything can be cured. Michael's chances for recovery are slim; he's grown up already. It's like trying to change the shape of a watermelon after it's matured. If you wait until it's fully grown to change its shape, there's only one way to do it, and that's to destroy it," Luna said coldly, which was typical of her demeanor.

"We have to try, for Laura's sake. I have to save him. It's better late than never," I said before turning to leave.

"And in the meantime..." Luna's voice trailed off behind me.

"When you feel he's been treated, send him back here," I replied as I returned home.

Betty was still sitting at the dining table.

When I entered, she seemed to snap out of a long period of crying, quickly wiping her tears with her sleeve—a departure from her usual habit of using a handkerchief or tissue.