Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 50: Developments

Chapter 50: Developments
LIAM
’Feeling better’ is an understatement of what I am feeling right now. The headache, the soreness in my throat, and the dizziness were all gone just in a simple night. Though I still have a runny nose and occasional sneezes, that is fine. I can handle a little of it.
But this, right now, is the least of my concerns. Kian is acting weird once again. He is so stern and grim since the morning that it is making me anxious beyond measure. I can never fathom what this Kian is plotting or thinking. Deciphering Kian is like trying to read a book written in an ancient language in the dark. Both utterly impossible and futile.
Kian was alright when he sent me to bed earlier last night. The same cocky, irritating old him. But he is like a whole different person today. It seems like Jennifer, too, doesn’t know what happened to change Kian like this overnight. Because she is shooting me questioning looks over the dining table. In response, all I can do is shake my head and sigh.
After breakfast, Kian, Jennifer, and Fred get ready to set out. And to my greatest surprise, Kian doesn’t ask me—order me—to tag along with me like he usually does. Hell, he doesn’t even spare a glance in my direction as he trudges out of the front door, his jaw tight, muscle flexing there.
What the fuck? Isn’t he the man who asked me to come go to sleep early last night, saying that he would take me somewhere today, so I would have an early day? And now he isn’t even looking at me! As if my existence is as significant as the air.
Something unknown starts to gnaw at my chest from inside. But I vigorously tamp it down.
"What’s his deal?" Jennifer approaches me, frowning. She appears to be as bewildered as I am right now, "He was just fine when he went to bed last night." She strews over it.
I shake my head as I reply, "I have no idea. He said he would take me somewhere today." I stare at the door he just disappeared through.
"Gods know what has gotten into the brat again." Jennifer grumbles resignedly as she scrubs her face with her hand, "I will talk to him. Aren’t you coming with us?" Her gaze softens a little as she looks down at me. She might be a woman, but she is taller than me.
"No." I shake my head as I break my trance and look up at Jennifer’s eyes, "He didn’t ask me to tag along today. So, I will just longe around here."
I don’t plan to run away from here, yet since I still have this huge cult matter to handle. I need to dig out the old rotten skeletons to look into my brother. Gods know if I end up digging out his skeleton. It would be the worst.
Jennifer nods in acknowledgment as she pats my shoulders. She leans in so that she is whispering into my ear, "Laim, don’t try to run away again." Her tone isn’t one of a warning more like a concern.
It has always amazed me that Jennifer seems to be very concerned about me. Even if she knows who I exactly am. She even calls me ’dear’ sometimes while she calls her own nephew ’brat,’ ’shithead’, and whatnot. This is weird beyond measure and absolutely out of character for her. But hey, I am not complaining.
I actually like the special treatment. Then again, who doesn’t like treatments like these?
I nod, noting her tone, "I don’t plan to for now.".
Jennifer heaves a breath and gives my shoulders a light squeeze before walking out of the door.
I wait for a few good minutes after they are gone before running up the stairs to my room. I shut the door behind me and called out.
"Come out now."
The freezing temperature drops another few degrees, searing my bones as Crystal appears before me out of thin air. Chill dances down my spine and I grimace as I wipe my running nose with a napkin.
"I thought master will never call me again." I can’t tell if she is being sarcastic or not since her tone is as blank as ever.
"Crystal we don’t have time for this," I say, resigned. "We need to finish the work at hand and return to Solaryn."
"I am well aware, master," Crystal replies. "What are you going to do?"
"Sneaking out now will be futile because I hardly doubt that the Saint guy will do anything under the broad daylight. We have to wait till the nighttime." I answer, pondering over what I have to do.
"But then the Supreme Commander will be here." Crystal wonders out loud.
I wave it off as I cross the room and take a seat at the edge of the bed, "Something has gotten to Kian. He isn’t paying much attention to me as you can see." I feel an odd pang in my chest as I say it aloud, "Otherwise, he would have been dragging me along with him."
Crystal nods in acknowledgment at this but doesn’t say anything.
I am pretty sure the cult is using the children as the blood sacrifice Oliver mentioned in his letters to Andreas. It just clicks together perfectly. Why would the cult need children otherwise? And over that, they have been vanishing into thin air one by one every day. There is no accurate explanation that they are not the blood sacrifice the cult is using to do something that isn’t good.
This is not my center of attention anyway. I will just go there and confront Saint Christopher today.
I know going to the cathedral will open a can of full of shitty trouble. But as I am risking it all nowadays, I can try this as well. What worse can happen? If my mission successes tonight. Then I will be long gone by tomorrow. Simple.
But...is it actually this simple?