The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!

Chapter 213: The Past and The... Past

Chapter 213: The Past and The... PastBut Cassian didn’t flinch, his cold gaze locked onto Lucas. He would not let him get away with this.

Lucas groaned, trying to sit up despite the agony. "He’s... Insane," Lucas croaked, his voice shaky. "I’ve been wounded... Protecting Adeline, and he attacks me?"

Cassian’s jaw tightened, his grip on Adeline firm. "You think your lies will save you?" He said, his voice low and dangerous.

The professors looked between the two princes, their confusion growing. The scene was too chaotic, too conflicting to decipher easily.

Meanwhile, Adeline lay unconscious in Cassian’s arms, her expression twisted in distress. Trapped in her nightmares, she writhed slightly, her lips parting as though to speak, but no sound came out.

Her mind was a battlefield of its own. Dark, shadowy voices swirled around her, relentless in their torment.

"You’re a disgrace."

"Pathetic."

"An insult to the Kendrick name."

The words cut deep, echoing the scorn the real Adeline had endured in her past. They weren’t directed at her but the original owner of the body she now inhabited. Yet, the venom in the voices felt personal, as though they were reaching through time and space to find her.

"Your brothers don’t need you. Your father is ashamed of you. How unlucky they are to be related to someone as hateful as you."

"You should have died, not Elizabeth. What a pathetic child, always causing trouble."

The hateful remarks surrounded her like a suffocating fog, and no matter how hard she tried to push them away, they persisted, clawing at her resolve.

Her chest tightened, and a wave of panic surged through her. She looked down and gasped. She was no longer her usual self; her body had shrunk. Tiny hands, trembling with fear, clenched into fists. She had become a five-year-old again.

Before she could process the transformation, shadowy figures began to emerge from the darkness. They towered over her, faceless yet undeniably menacing, their forms radiating hostility. The air grew colder, and heavier, as whispers began to fill the void.

They were never-ending. They wanted to drown her.

"Useless."

"Pathetic."

"An embarrassment."

The words sliced through her like icy blades. Adeline’s legs shook violently. She tried to take a step back, but her small body stumbled, her footing unsteady. She clutched at her chest, gasping for air, but her voice refused to work. No scream, no cry, not even a whimper escaped her lips.

The figures inched closer, their whispers growing louder and more vicious. Their voices melded into a cacophony of insults, each word striking her like a physical blow.

"Your brothers would be better off without you."

"Your father wishes you didn’t exist."

"Why don’t you disappear already?"

Adeline felt tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands flew to her ears, pressing against them in a desperate attempt to block out the cruel voices. Her tiny frame trembled, and her eyes darted around,

Aaron... Together, they’d embark on grand "adventures," he would call her a gremlin but he would follow her anyway. If she was going to get into some trouble, he had to be there to get her out of it.

This isn’t real, these visions are not real! She told herself, her voice trembling but firm. This is just a nightmare. It can’t hurt me anymore.

The warmth in her chest grew stronger, spreading through her small body. She forced herself to her feet, her legs still shaking but steady enough to hold her.

Adeline opened her eyes and glared at the shadowy figures.

"You’re wrong," she said, her voice small but defiant. "I’m not useless. I’m not a burden. And I won’t let you control me."

The figures recoiled, their forms flickering like dying flames. The light ahead grew brighter, and Adeline took a step toward it. Then another.

With each step she took, the darkness began to recede, the shadows dissolving into nothingness. The voices faded, their hateful words losing their power.

When she finally reached the light, it enveloped her completely, its warmth washing over her like a soothing balm. The oppressive weight lifted, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she could breathe.

Adeline opened her eyes, and the nightmare was gone.