Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 200 Scars that can’t heal II

Meanwhile, back at the Lancaster mansion, Daniel was on his feet. He had called the ambulance once again for Adrian. He would not be the reason the young man died. For some reason, he needed him in this journey—but only when he was okay and strong.

"So you’re releasing him after everything?" Draven asked, surprised Daniel wasn’t going to the hospital himself.

Daniel nodded. He was releasing him, and now it all depended on Adrian. But Daniel had priorities now, and the faster he ended all of this, the better.

"I want all this to end this month. I just want to be with my family and my husbands. Him going away will give me peace of mind," Daniel declared.

Xylander, who had helped carry Adrian out on a stretcher, came back inside and smiled, surprised by his hubby’s choice.

"So you’re forgiving him, hubby?" he asked one last time.

Daniel, without too much thought, nodded.

He had granted Adrian a second chance. How he used it was up to him. The choice might haunt Daniel in the future, or he might regret it, but for now, he trusted his instincts and his heart—and both were telling him Adrian Valez was not the same monstrous figure he had been.

Whatever had made him that way, Daniel didn’t care. This was a chance for himself to move on from the past, because staying there would only result in stagnancy.

"Maybe after checking on my babies, I’ll visit him in the hospital," he stated.

Draven gave him a kiss immediately. "That was so sweet of you. I guess forgiveness is a step toward healing. But I just hope he doesn’t make you regret it—unless he wants not only a dagger in his heart, but to be buried alive," he murmured.

Daniel hugged him. Xylander came and placed himself behind the two, circling his arms around their necks.

"Now can we leave, since we’re done?" Xylander asked.

Daniel raised his head, wiping away a little drop of tears. This was him leaving his pain behind. He had achieved what he came here for—not only destroying his father’s legacy, but taking their precious home. Now he was the owner, and this house was going to an orphanage for the fatherless and motherless. At least such an evil structure would serve a better good.

"Yeah, let’s go."

He began to walk ahead, looking at the house one last time, then stopped.

"There’s one more place I’d like to take a look at," he told them.

Draven and Xylander nodded in understanding. It was his childhood home, after all—not looking around was impossible.

"Can we follow you, in case there are any issues?" Xylander asked. He’d seen Daniel nearly break down after seeing that drawing on the floor. He wouldn’t let him collapse alone. Who knew what this house might remind him of?

"No problem. You both can come."

With that, he walked ahead, and they followed quietly behind.

Daniel stopped at a passage, peering to see if he could locate a door. The moment he did, he rushed toward it. His men followed, watching closely as Daniel stood before an unfamiliar golden door and turned the knob.

A huge, spacious office came to light—and what showed on Daniel’s face was real panic. He looked as if blood had been sucked from his body.

Draven wanted to stop him from taking another step, but Daniel didn’t let him get close before he went completely inside. Scared, Draven followed and froze when he saw Daniel staring at what looked like a cupboard or compartment—locked from the outside, but which opened when Daniel touched the handle.

Immediately, Daniel lost it.

He began using his hands to block the images, the voices rushing into his ears, the darkness.

"No! Get off me! No, Father, I’m sorry—I should have won, I should have, please!" Daniel yelled.

Then, as if bundled into a memory, he saw himself being forced into the cupboard, covered in terrible wounds and scars.

"Draven! Xylander, where are you?" he screamed, looking all around, but his husbands had vanished into the unknown.

"Don’t leave me, you two, please! Come back, please!" He began to shake, trembling in every part of his body.

"Oh, the useless fag is back... What really happened that night? How could you not win?" Alessandro’s face appeared before him, wearing a cruel grin.

"This would have all been better if my wife had terminated that pregnancy, because you’re a disgrace."

When those words left his mouth, Daniel completely went berserk. He lunged forward, hands taking hold of his father’s neck.

"I hate you! I despise you, and I want you dead! Just die! Fucking die!" Daniel screamed insanely, agony ripping through his voice. "Fuck you, Father, just die!"

As he added more pressure to the neck, two voices broke through.

"No! Daniel, let go, please..." Xylander tried to bring Daniel back to reality. It was Draven being strangled.

"It’s me, Daniel. Please come back to me. It’s not your father." Draven didn’t struggle against the grip, only trying to reach him—and finally, he kissed the corner of Daniel’s lips.

That awakened Daniel’s consciousness. His eyes cleared immediately, seeing Draven struggling to breathe.

"I’m so sorry, Draven. I didn’t mean it—that wasn’t me," Daniel begged, trying to compose himself through ragged, messy breaths.

Xylander held his shoulders, trying to calm him. "Breathe... just breathe, dear."

Xylander’s warm hands brought Daniel back to reality as he saw the love of his life—and how he had almost harmed him.

"Oh, Draven, what have I done?" he whispered, shifting backward. Then, out of guilt, he ran out of the room.

Draven, still holding his neck, met Xylander’s eyes. "Let’s go after him. He shouldn’t hurt himself."

They ran out with speed, chasing him.

Daniel rushed down the staircase. The family, hovering around, heard the commotion and watched from corners—especially Grandma Dorothy, who was snickering from where she stood.

"Daniel, stop, please!" Draven begged as Daniel headed for the mansion’s main door.

Seeing they might lose him, Xylander took another exit and intercepted him at the door, caging him gently with his arms.

"Don’t run anymore. You don’t need to be afraid, please," Xylander said softly.

Daniel’s temperature was abnormally high, his head pounding like a parade drum. That space had triggered his memory—everything was rushing in all at once, forcing its way through his head, and he couldn’t make it stop.

"The voices in my head... I can’t get them to stop..." Daniel shook.

While he trembled, Dorothy filmed them secretly, taking shots to post on social media later.

"Daniel, my love, the light of my world..." Draven approached carefully.

Daniel fell to his knees. "Let me lessen your pain. I may not have magic, but I can share your burden. We both can. You shouldn’t carry it all alone—that’s why we’re couples," Draven said gently.

Daniel began to sob once more. It seemed he would never stop crying in this life—sadness always found a way to intertwine with him.

"Draven, Xylander... I know I said I’ve forgiven, but I can’t do that with my father." Then Daniel whispered into their ears, "I want Alessandro dead. The only way I can have a little peace is if I see his corpse."

Xylander sighed. If it was Alessandro’s corpse Daniel wanted, then that’s what he would get.

On the other hand, Draven spotted Dorothy filming them. Anger surged through him. He strode over to where she stood and slammed his hand against the pillar beside her, making her whole world tremble.

"Hand over the phone. Now!" he thundered with an intimidating voice.

Like a drained chicken, Dorothy gave up the phone in fear.

"Seems you’ve yet to learn your lessons, old cargo. Old people are meant to know their place." He carried the phone to a stone at the end of the wall and began smashing it, hitting it again and again until it shattered.

His voice reverberated through the hall. "We are leaving this house now—and you all are packing out this minute. When I say this minute, I mean now. You’re never entering here again."

Draven’s ruling made them freeze. It was game over for them completely.

At the same time, Xylander’s voice carried from the opposite end of the hall, speaking to someone on the phone.

"I want him dead before tomorrow ends. Is that clear?"