VIP Chapter 407: An Accident That Was Bound to Happen
“…I’m sorry. Iaar probably misses… misses the Young Master from before more…”
Iaar’s trembling and fearful apology caused the entire sun-drenched afternoon to fall into a moment of silent stillness.
She had made everything the same as before. Whether it was the decorations here, the black tea on the table, or the “Ice Array” placed there.
But everything was also different from before—
There was no vast garden like the Hysterm Family’s courtyard, nor was there the exquisite black tea from the Hysterm home. The book on the table was tattered from being read countless times.
Of course, the most important thing was that the person was no longer…
“It’s alright. Just rereading this book reminds me of what I could do before.”
Will lowered his head, his hand resting on the wheelchair, and let out a long sigh.
His heavy sunglasses faced the book, but his gaze didn’t seem to align with it, as if his line of sight bypassed the book.
“Sometimes, what makes someone who has lost a lot even more sad isn’t repeatedly emphasizing what they can’t do now, but rather…”
Habitually, Will raised his head. Although his eyes under the sunglasses couldn’t meet Iaar’s, he still looked towards Iaar.
He looked at her with an expression that seemed to be scrutinizing her.
After a pause and a long sigh, he spoke—
“Telling him what he could so easily do before.”
“…!”
Perhaps it was the weight of his words, but Iaar’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Yet, she opened her mouth, unable to even apologize—perhaps feeling it lacked sufficient impact.
“…Think about it more. It’s a bit hot here, I’m going back.”
After saying that, Will turned his wheelchair and slowly rolled towards the room.
Watching Will make such a move to escape her, Iaar froze in place, her tail perked up. She wanted to chase after him and help push.
But—
She didn’t take that step.
Because she was a little afraid. Will seemed genuinely sad and very angry just now.
However…
In her long life, she seemed to often fail to take the step she should have, while always doing the wrong thing when she shouldn’t…
Of course, for Will himself, he didn’t have so many emotions.
He just wanted to give Iaar some time to herself, so she wouldn’t always be dwelling on reading in the garden, listening to him tell stories in the garden, and being played with by him in the garden.
Please, wouldn’t it be more fun to go out and fight the Fire Dragon together?
That was the little fire dragon she had always wanted to kill.
Wouldn’t it be more fun to team up and find Carver, and punch him hard in the forehead?
He was the extremely evil patriarch who had tricked her for over a decade.
But Iaar always thought of him as a young man, or even when she was still a maid, or even when she was still that dog.
In the garden where “Will himself chose to leave,” if she stayed a little longer, perhaps she would find that…
It was time for her to leave, too?
However, this action had a slight accident.
The wheelchair moved slowly on the grass of the small garden. Will, relying on memory, intended to return to the room.
Actually, Iaar’s garden wasn’t large. It basically just required turning and pushing the wheelchair a bit.
Therefore, Will, who always assessed risks before acting, didn’t realize that an accident was coming his way—
There was an accident that was bound to happen the moment Will decided to play “a blind person whose mobility was cut to almost nothing,” but Iaar’s care had been so meticulous that his life had been no different from when he was healthy.
*Click.*
The wheelchair’s wheel got caught on the threshold leading down into the house—Will had never actually seen what this room looked like.
In fact, this room faced the stairs leading to the basement upon entering, with the living room next to it. At least at this moment, the threshold had saved him.
Unfortunately…
He wasn’t truly disabled, after all. A genuinely blind person, unsure of the environment and facing a risk of falling, would certainly not move forward.
Under the inertia of a normal person’s thinking, he only felt that perhaps he hadn’t used enough force, and he pushed the wheelchair forward fiercely—
At this moment of exertion, the wheelchair pushed forward, carrying momentum, and dumped him out of the chair like garbage.
He even wondered why he was “flying” and the downward gravity was pulling him down so hard, even though he was on the first floor.
As his sense of weightlessness intensified, his heart began to beat violently. In the darkness, he finally realized he had played too much of a game—
He didn’t know how deep it was, but falling was going to cause him real injury and be quite painful.
If he hadn’t added so many limitations to himself, making himself seem more fragile and unable to do anything, perhaps he wouldn’t have fallen like this.
However, he could still pretend to be in this state without any injury…
In fact, it was all thanks to Iaar, wasn’t it?
But…
At the instant before touching the ground, Will seemed to feel…
A freezing aura.
It made him instantly recall the freezing aura he had felt in the woods behind the Hysterm Family’s mountain before he was locked in the basement—
It was as if it could freeze everything she could see.
It possessed the same power as that time, a long-dormant beast finally opened her eyes in a certain moment, emerging from the skin of a cute dog.
She possessed the power to control everything, to freeze everything like ice.
Whether it was humans, monsters, the environment, or even—
Time?
“…Young Master?!”
The moment he heard the sound, Will felt like he had “missed” something…
In the next second, instead of hitting the hard ground and being shattered to pieces, he only felt himself fall heavily onto a soft “cushion.”
Wait a moment…
A soft… cushion?
He hadn’t removed his sunglasses, but given the lighting conditions of the basement, he probably couldn’t see the situation clearly.
So, his hand pinched it slightly.
Hmm…
A very familiar touch. Compared to Liya’s, it was fuller, but compared to Treya’s firmness, it was slightly more elastic and cute.
Touching a little higher…
A soft face, and furry ears. It never got boring to touch Iaar’s ears.
“Hiss… It… it hurts a little…”
Iaar’s voice came from beneath him.
“Young Master, are you alright—I’m sorry, I… I never told you… that upon entering this room, you first encounter the stairs to the basement…”
Her voice sounded flustered, as if she were about to cry. She even quickly grabbed his shoulder.
“I… I should be okay?”
Will was slightly stunned.
He had indeed fallen into the room.
From outside the room…
Into the room…
But…
Why?
Iaar, who should have been outside, when did she get under him, becoming his cushioning “meat cushion”?
