Chapter 281

Chapter 281

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 281: Something Money Can’t Buy (3)

Time was running out, as Pomeranian’s words were indeed true.

Tzz tzz tzz tzz tzz...

Before Juliet and Romeo, a massive door appeared.

The door of death.

The door was so large and heavy that opening it once, closing it once, seemed incredibly difficult.

So, once it opened and closed, there was no turning back.

Romeo turned to Juliet with a sad expression.

Juliet, too, looked at Romeo with tears in her eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you before? Wherever you go, I will follow you.”

On that rainy night when they made that promise.

Romeo, wanting to depart to where the deceased should go, and Juliet, wanting to follow him.

At that moment, Damian intervened.

“No! This can’t happen! Absolutely not!”

Damian shouted as if having a seizure.

“Juliet! You are still alive! How can you follow the dead!?”

To that, Juliet replied in a sad voice.

“You said the same thing on that night.”

Having heard his daughter’s words, Damian stepped back in shock.

Come to think of it, he did say something similar on that night.

“Juliet! You are the heir to the Bourgeois! How can you get involved with such a man!?”

\Damian stammered out excuses.

“This, this is different! I would approve if it were marriage! It’s all this wretched father’s fault! I admit it! But this... This is not right! Romeo is already dead! You are alive!”

“Just ‘yet,’ Father.”

“What, what?”

Juliet met Damian’s gaze with a cold look.

“Without him, I’m as good as dead.”

“D-daughter!”

“No matter how many times you say it, it won’t change. Even if I wake up again, It won’t change.”

Upon hearing this, Romeo gently caressed Juliet’s face with a sad expression.

Juliet also placed her hand on the back of Romeo’s hand on her face.

Damian, in despair, muttered.

“Daughter. You’re a spirit? Spirits cannot go to the afterlife. Your body is still alive, connected by a strong thread. I don’t know about Romeo, who is already dead, but you cannot cross the threshold of death...”

Suddenly, Damian stopped speaking. Then, he looked at Juliet as if struck by lightning.

“Juliet, you can’t be...?”

Juliet lifted her tear-filled eyes at that moment.

Immediately, she knelt before her father.

“Father, please let me go.”

Everything was just like that night.

“I’ve always listened to Father’s words, haven’t I?”

“I’ve never once disappointed you...”

“So, just this once.”

“Can you send me off as I wish?”

Damian couldn’t discern whether the voice echoing in his ears was from the past or the present.

The door of death suddenly opened with a tumultuous noise.

“Dad!”

Juliet, kicking the heavy door open, pushed her head out, looking in this direction.

“Dad, goodbye! Goodbye! I love you! Truly love you! We’ll meet again someday!”

Juliet was crying. With a radiant smile never seen before, she called out to her father, crying genuinely.

Simultaneously...

...Thud!

The door of death finally closed completely.

It faded away slowly, just as it appeared, concealing itself from everyone’s sight.

And then...

Plop!

Damian knelt on the ground. His face stretched wide, his nose and mouth gaping open.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuuu-”

His once heavy expression completely crumbled. Tears streamed from his eyes, mucus from his nose, and drool from his mouth, leaving his face a complete mess.

...Meanwhile, Vikir remained silent, standing still.

Beside Vikir, Pomeranian approached.

“Uncle. Why is that old man crying?”

Then, Vikir stared intently at Pomeranian’s face.

“I don’t know either.”

“What? Uncle doesn’t know?”

In response to Pomeranian’s words, Vikir turned his head again.

‘If death separates us, I wanted to be together even beyond that.’

Why was it? The face of a woman flashed in his mind.

Vikir spoke in a subdued voice, “Of course, there are things I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, you should learn!”

“Well, I didn’t really want to learn in the first place...”

Pomeranian made a puzzled expression, and Vikir turned his gaze away. Then, he added shortly, “It might not be bad to find out tho...”

At that moment, Damian, who had been sobbing for a long time, lifted his head. Vikir patiently waited until he composed some of his emotions.

Finally, Damian, with tears in his eyes, looked at Vikir, the ghost standing near Juliet’s bed, and asked, “Are you real or in my imagination?”

“If it’s a dream, dream it when you’re alone. It’s time for settlement now.”

Vikir firmly reminded him of reality. Damian nodded at those words.

“Yeah. Now, I have to pay the price. But before that, there’s something I want to say to you.”

“What is it?”

“Thank you.”

It was unexpected. Damian bowed at Vikir, showing his gratitude. After a brief silence, Damian lifted his head and said, “Thanks to you, I could send my daughter away. Truly let her go.”

Whether he meant sending her to marriage or the afterlife, the vague situation fit either interpretation. Damian chuckled.

“Haha. I feel relieved now that the troublesome daughter is sent away, wherever it may be. It’s a mix of happiness. After all, whether it’s a wedding or a funeral, they’re quite similar. Originally, marriage is like death anyway.”

“Clean your face and speak.”

“Oh, my apologies.”

Damian took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears, mucus, and drool. Eventually, with a serious and solemn expression, Damian, looking more composed, asked Vikir straightforwardly, “What do you want from me?”

“The Bourgeois family’s necklace.”

“Alright.”

An oddly casual conversation.

It was an excessively brisk transaction.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]