Marrying the Paralyzed Young Master

Chapter 44: Battlefield

Soma Haruka's expression did not change much. He smiled and shook his head. "I refuse."

Some of the people present did not believe what they had just heard. Whether it was wise to offend the Asrahan family just to retain Marina Yon who was there or the absence of her, it was not important to the company of the Yon family.

Even though they realized that Soma Haruka's actions were unwise and even a loss, they remained jealous. Most of the people present were second or third generation of conglomerate families, they were nothing more than chess pieces to their fathers and grandfathers. Marry this man, and he must obey him. Confess as if this was your fault alone, then he should give up his head. Their luxurious and easy lives are actually isolated and claustrophobic.

So, they also wanted someone to stand in front of them, protect them, and convince them that he did not consider them to be pawns that could be disposed of easily or exchanged for greater profits.

They looked at Soma Haruka elaborately, their emotions revolving through jealousy, envy, malice, humiliation, and disappointment. They wonder, if they were causing trouble today, what would their families do? Will their family protect them like Soma Haruka protect Marina Yon, or they won't.

Oh, of course, in the face of the benefits of being friendly with the Asrahan family, their presence was nothing for the family. They would simply be stricken out of the family card without hesitation and in the absence of guilt. No one cares about the truth, everything looks at profit and does not want to be a loss.

As for Marina Yon who was protected by Soma Haruka, she felt all her emotions become deeper. Her tears fell like free. She frantically tried to remove it, but she realized that the more she wiped, the harder her tears fell.

The sharp gaze of the Asrahan Family Head landed on Soma Haruka. The corner of the woman's mouth curled up into a smile and tilted her head slightly as she met that ferocious gaze without the slightest bit of panic. Slowly, the expression of the head of the Asrahan Family subsided slightly as he revealed a hint of his old memories. "Damn it, that bastard got a great granddaughter-in-law apparently." Strong-hearted, responsible, brave, and caring. It's hard to find a kid like this today.

"Aren't you overdue? You insulted my sister, insulted my sister-in-law, and now insult my grandfather too?" Darel Yon, who had been watching in the corner with Doctor Ronald, was currently advancing with his empty and cold eyes.

As the head of the Asrahan family looked towards him, something different was seen in his eyes. He thought Darel Yon was his best friend, the founder of the Yon family, their grandfather. "Galvan Yon.." he said, just take it off.

When the two of them faced off, not a single person could open his mouth. This was similar to when Darel Yon faced off against Family Head Ken, only on a larger scale. Not just gripping, but already like the battlefield itself.

The head of the Asrahan Family was still in a daze. The young man in front of him was clearly the same person as the one who had previously lowered his head to apologize for their delay in his room, but the young man now had a calm presence. However, stifling. Somehow it looks a lot like his grandfather, Galvan Yon, his crazy best friend.

"Hearing you call me General, you must be the little boy that your grandfather dragged into the battlefield back then. That out of reason method seems to work, you actually become very similar to him. An invincible body, absolute dominance that emanated perfectly, and the eyes gaze of a carnivore who was hunting prey. It became very strange to me, it could be that a great monster like Galvan would be born into the Yon family once again."

He had already met the previous Head of the Yon Family often and the eldest son of the current Yon family. Both of them were someone who was said to rival the prowess of Galvan Yon, but when he saw it, it was not enough to be juxtaposed with his best friend. They were softer and wetter, the Galvan Yon he knew was someone barren and barren, a man who was very difficult to be happy with, but when he got his happiness, he would not let go.

The head of the Asrahan Family sounded very familiar to the criminal Darel Yon, and it made all those present make it the headlines they would bring to their relatives and connections who could not attend today. The fourth Young Master of the Yon family acted over the line and directly challenged the head of the Asrahan Family, but he was instead praised.

The head of the Asrahan Family tilted his head and allowed his left hand to become a pedestal, he asked coldly, "You're angry that I insulted your grandfather?" He continued his question, "For someone who went through all the Hells of the world and lived without affection because of your grandfather, you still respect him?"

"You're wrong, My Grandpa is the one who loves me the most in the world." As Darel Yon replied like that, the Head of the Asrahan Family wrinkled his face. What kind of grandfather gave a gun to his six-year-old grandson and took him on a mission to subjugate an armed criminal group. Does a good grandfather teach his grandson how to kill?

The head of the Asrahan Family was washed away in the cradle of old memories. The seventh year after Galvan Yon engaged his grandson into battle, was the last year of his best friend's life.

At that time, they were sent to the Eastern District to resolve the war between tribes that churned uncontrollably. The name of the mission itself was the Red District's forced atonement operation, a name taken from the condition of the Eastern District which was covered by the red color of blood and flames.

The operation aims to rescue those in despair and kill those who are trying to fight back. The mission was successful, only that several veterans including Galvan Yon were victims.

At that time one of his arms was cut off by the axe of a woodcutter and his leg was seriously injured by a fisherman's fishing spear. He lost a lot of blood and due to the chaotic situation, help would not arrive in time to save his life.

The head of the Asrahan family still remembered him. At the end of the sickle of death, the madman Galvan Yon gave a golden plaque to his grandson and a revolver with three bullets inside. Three shots were heard and only the sound of a child crying was heard afterwards.