Chapter 80 (1/2)
Chapter 80: Chapter 8 Crossroads-3
Tweedle Dum knocked roughly on Duke's door when he arrived. Duke had been happily mixing up a drug to feed Dor and so answered with a frown.
”It's been a while, Duke.”
The last time Dum and Duke had met was when Dum had come to buy the drugs to kidnap SoYoon. Thinking that the potion had failed him, Duke smiled pathetically. Dum was sure that the situation would go as he had anticipated.
”Oh, Twins. What brings you here?”
”What brings me here? Do you not know why I'm here?”
Because the drug that Duke sold him didn't work on SoYoon, Dum didn't feel guilty about tricking him. He stepped inside and walked into the living room and observed him without letting Duke realize what he was doing.
”Would—would you like to sit down?”
”Hm? What's the matter? You're even sweating. Are you hiding something special?”
”Of course not…! Twins! You can't go that way…!”
Duke grabbed at Dum, who was heading to his laboratory. Dum stopped and looked down at Duke. Sensing a coldness in Dum's narrowed eyes, Duke hesitated a moment then removed his hands. Dum dusted off the spot where Duke had touched him and smiled.
”Weren't we on good terms? Don't make me angrier than I am now, Duke. I'm already quite upset about your fake drug.”
”Fake!”
”Yes, fake. What else would you call that? You told me that it was undetectable and odorless, but Undertaker figured it out before even putting it to her mouth. I ended up paying expensively for nothing.”
”That's because she's a special case…”
Dum put down his hand slowly from dusting his clothes and stared at Duke. Duke swallowed hard at seeing his blue eyes filled with annoyance and maliciousness.
At that moment, Dum kicked Duke in the stomach. In an instant, Duke flew across the room and hit the wall. To Duke, who was gasping for air, Dum said coldly, ”Are you seriously telling me that as an excuse? You already knew all that. If you hadn't listened properly, then isn't it your fault?”
Due to the sudden attack, Duke couldn't get his bearings straight and was too late to stop Dum from getting to his laboratory. Dum opened the lab door.
Dor was laid out on a cot. Dum lifted her by her collar. Duke must have used a strong sedative on her because even when Dum handled her roughly, she didn't wake up. He lifted her and came out to the living room.
”Look, Duke. Shame on you. Hiding something this good here for yourself.”
”Oh, you can't…”
Duke, having just recovered his voice, stumbled over to Dum. Dum stared coldly at the hand that was reaching out toward him and Dor.
”This is the kid that Undertaker cares for, right? What great bait.”
”Wait, Twins. I'll refund the money for the drug I sold you but return the girl. Hm?”
For a moment, Dum looked at Duke with a blank face, then he smiled.
”No.”
He headed for the front door. Duke trembled in anger as he watched Dum and Dor getting farther away from him. Impulsively, Duke grabbed a small bottle.
Dum heard something fly at him from behind and reflexively swung his arm. The sound of glass shattering and a spicy smell diffused through the room as his hand throbbed with a burning sensation.
Dum glared at Duke. Unable to believe that he had done this, Duke glanced at Dum with a look of desperation. When Dum moved, the color from Duke's face drained rapidly.
”Uh, I…”
”I must look very easy to you these days. If that's not the case, how would you dare to do this to me? Don't you think?”
Dum swung back around and kicked Duke in the leg. When Duke fell, Dum put his foot on his knee.
”Your hands may be important, but not your legs, right?”
After spitting out those words, he crushed the legs beneath his feet. With Duke's scream echoing behind him, he walked out of the house.
The thing Twins hated most in the world was not burnt porridge or starvation. It was physical pain. Unable to curse when he was Dum, he muttered under his breath as he walked.
He wasn't sure what Duke intended this drug for, but his shirt had already melted in places, and the spot where it made contact with his hand was excruciating as if it was burning through it. The only person that this made him think of was not Doctor but SoYoon, however.
And soon after, he found SoYoon looking at him.
”Tweedle Dum.”
SoYoon calling his name always sounded sweet. Forgetting his pain, he smiled and hurriedly handed over Dor, whom he had been carrying at his side.
SoYoon received Dor and examined the girl to see if she was all right. Her rosebud lips smelled of sugar and potent sedatives, but she could not detect blood. Relieved, SoYoon placed Dor more comfortably in her arms as Dum said to her, ”I immediately followed him, so she should be fine.”