Chapter 2 You, you lowly scum!!! Die! I'll go find death!!

The thunder roared, and rain poured down as if it were being poured from buckets. Thunder echoed through the air, shattering the night along with it.

Inside the gloomy mansion, the scent of blood permeated the air.

"You rotten brat, where do you think you're running?"

A middle-aged woman, around 30 years old, chased after a young boy running ahead. She held a thick and menacing stick in her hand.

"Are you the rich young master? You're nothing more than the result of that lowly woman's birth. What do you rely on in this house? What do you use to fight me for the inheritance?"

The woman cornered the boy against a wall, catching hold of his thin, fragile shoulders. She raised the large stick and swung it with all her might, striking the boy.

The boy gritted his teeth and clung to his small, frail body, covered in numerous wounds. Blood pooled in his existing scars, now joined by countless new ones. His lips turned pale as he bit them, refusing to open his mouth to plead for mercy, only allowing drops of red blood to trickle down.

Though young, his demeanor didn't match his age at all. He appeared mature and committed.

"You, you lowly scum!!! Die! I'll go find death!!"

The woman aggressively spat out hurtful words, unable to control herself when faced with a boy whose handsome face resembled the woman who destroyed her family. The more she saw the resemblance, the more uncontrollable she became, using even more force to strike the boy with the large stick.

"Madam, it's not good! The master has returned!"

A middle-aged butler rushed in from outside the mansion in a panic, trying to hinder the woman's actions. His terrified expression conveyed a sense of urgency.

"The master has returned?" She couldn't bring herself to put down the large stick in her hand, forcefully grabbing the boy's chin, and sternly warned, "Consider this your lucky day, brat. But remember, if you dare to tell the master about what just happened, I assure you the next time will be even worse. Do you understand?"

The boy gritted his teeth and nodded, his face as pale as a sheet of paper. However, his eyes revealed a chilling determination.

He would seek revenge. This woman killed his mother and abused and beat him every day. When he grew up, he would surely repay blood with blood.

"Take him to the inner room and lock him up. No food for three days. If the master asks, say he's gone out to study."

The woman's eyes flickered as she faced the butler, giving him instructions.

"Yes, madam!" The butler respectfully stroked his chin, turned away, and gazed at the young boy disdainfully.

The boy's name was Richard Helga, only seven years old, born to a wealthy man from a prominent family and an outsider woman. This cruel woman had dealt with that woman, but fate had brought the child back to the mansion. Over the past few days, this wicked woman had found every possible way to torment the boy, satisfying her inner dissatisfaction and resentment.

However, despite being the son of a tiger, the boy possessed a stunning appearance, resembling his noble mother. With his charming features and youthful talents, he already exuded the aura of a young prince. His fair complexion stirred both envy and deluded fantasies in women.

"Young master, come with me," the butler commanded, forcefully pulling the boy's body from the ground, his tone filled with malicious intent.

"Stop!" Richard Helga's handsome face twisted with a cold, ruthless glint in his eyes. His voice cut through the night's pouring rain like an icy blade, revealing a deep-rooted cunning nature.

The butler seemed to find it amusing, emitting a cold laugh as his hand reached into Richard Helga's clothing.

"Do you want me to leave? Then who will tend to your wounds? Your injuries are severe, and without me, you would perish."

Although his words seemed to show concern, his hand caressed Richard Helga's chin, assessing the boy who stood before him. In the boy's eyes, a chilling hostility didn't match his tender age, causing the butler's heart to race. Yet, despite this, he had no intention of quickly releasing his grip.

After all, he had been injured like this, and the mistress had ordered three days without food. It was sure that the boy wouldn't survive. Nevertheless, he would rather die before experiencing the pleasure of taking a young, beautiful male like this.

"Let me see how you handle your injuries." Before he could pull down the boy's clothes, a pained groan escaped his lips.

Unbeknownst to him, Richard Helga had taken the opportunity to bite down fiercely on his exposed shoulder, and a stream of fresh blood flowed down the butler's arm.

"You, this wretched little brat, dares to bite me! Today, I will show you how I'll punish you." The butler, entirely provoked, slapped the boy's face with a resounding blow, dragging him closer.

"Release him, or you will surely regret it!" Richard Helga's eyes were icy cold, emanating a menacing glare, his pupils filled with determination. He tightened his fists, channeling his strength into them, ready to strike.

The sinister butler chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with mockery. "Little brat, do you think you're a true heir? You're nothing more than a bastard left behind by the older man outside. Behave and let me have fun with you a few times, and maybe I'll do something nice for you when I get bored. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

With those words, he grabbed Richard Helga by the hair, his cruel hand pulling forcefully.

Richard Helga endured the humiliation, his fierce gaze fixed on the butler, veins bulging on his forehead, almost on the verge of bursting, when the butler unexpectedly pulled his belt, turning around and facing the young boy.

Outside, the chilling wind ravaged the surroundings, thunder booming as the cold air seeped into the basement. Richard Helga could no longer contain his emotions and burst into loud sobs.

At that moment, the basement door suddenly swung open, revealing a young woman dressed in a gown. She appeared like a heavenly angel, adorned in a silk dress with a butterfly-shaped bow tied on the side. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and there was an exquisite hairpin on one side.

"Release him!" Rosabella Helga exclaimed angrily, her intense gaze piercing straight into the butler, her beautiful face filled with disgust.

Moments ago, as she walked out of the room, she caught sight of the butler dragging a young boy down to the basement. She could already see the boy's pale and helpless appearance from a distance, which worried her, not because of the butler's twisted tendencies relapsing.

"Butler Davil, you have my stepmother's orders to confine him here," Rosabella Helga stated firmly, her voice unwavering, her chest filled with anger and agitation.

In front of them stood a boy not yet even ten years old, his frail body weak and malnourished. He wore tattered and torn clothes, revealing old scars and fresh wounds, evoking deep sympathy.

Their father brought This boy before them from an outside affair, her half-brother, yet he was being treated in such a manner. Internally, Rosabella Helga felt both heartache and anger, and when she saw the tears welling up in his eyes, she immediately understood what was happening.

Beast! How could they show no mercy to such a young child?

"Miss, please, I implore you not to inform the old master. All of this was solely at the behest of your stepmother. I have no involvement in this matter whatsoever," Butler Hoa pleaded smilingly, desperately appealing to Rosabella.

"Butler Davil, you must be well aware of his background. Just by what you've done to him, I could easily turn you over to the police, charging you with a criminal offense," Rosabella Helga threatened, her piercing gaze piercing through Butler Hoa, her voice cold and relentless.

The trembling body of the butler begged on his knees, "Please, young miss, don't do this. I beg you not to tell the master, and I certainly don't want to involve the police. I know my bad habits, and I promise to change from now on. I will never mistreat the young master again."

"What reason do I have to trust you?" Rosabella Helga listened to his pitiful plea without a trace of sympathy.

"Young Miss, if I ever act this way towards the young master again, you have full authority to handle the matter as you see fit," the butler solemnly declared.

"Very well, but you haven't convinced me yet!" Rosabella Helga's voice turned cold and sharp as she turned away from him, emphasizing each word, "You must meet my demands. If my mother treats me poorly again because of him, you must inform me beforehand. If not, I will tell my father about today's incident."

"Yes, yes, I understand!" The butler breathed a sigh of relief, quickly bowing his head and hunching his back.

Only then did Rosabella Helga turn around and approach Richard Helga, standing in front of him with outstretched arms, beckoning him, "Sister will take you outside?"

She smiled at him, resembling that of a pure and untainted angel, yet with a hint of something resembling a shining star between them. Not a blink went by without her direct gaze fixed upon him.

Richard Helga's heart was stirred, experiencing a strange emotion deep within. However, instead of extending his hand, he coldly stared back at Rosabella Helga, his eyes hinting at a mismatched sentiment.

"What's wrong with you?" Rosabella Helga asked with confusion. Why was her brother looking at her with such a peculiar gaze?

She had saved him. Shouldn't he feel grateful? How was it that there was no trace of gratitude on his face, but it made it difficult for others to approach him?

Richard Helga didn't respond to Rosabella Helga's questioning. Instead, he stood up and walked directly to the butler's side.

In the darkness, none of them could see any expression on his face, but they could all sense a chilling aura growing stronger and directed toward the butler.

Until Richard Helga swiftly moved towards the butler, his figure agile and nimble. He held a sharp dagger that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Without waiting for any reaction from the butler, he fiercely thrust the blade toward him.

"Aaaah!" The butler screamed in agony, his cries echoing through the dimly lit room.

Fresh blood flowed freely, staining the surroundings. An atmosphere of cold-bloodedness and brutality filled the room while Richard Helga revealed in sadistic delight.