Babel Novel
Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Agnes stared at him.
The horrified look faded from her face.
Eventually, her face became expressionless.
“Yes,” she uttered.
“What?”
“I said yes.” Agnes let out a light chuckle, “You were asking me for an answer. I am answering you right
now–Yes. I do want Westin for myself.”
Clemente gritted his teeth, glaring at her.
“Are you going to judge me, Clemente? That a widow wants the most handsome and powerful man in
the Lycan’s land.”
“No. But-”
Agnes cut him off, “Keavy said that he wanted me to be happy. He said that he was sorry for leaving
me in this world alone at such a young age. He said I could pursue my own happiness! If he didn’t have
a problem with this, why should you!”
“Westin was his best friend!”
Clemente raised his voice staring at her, startled and questioning:
“Honestly, Agnes, when did you develop such a feeling towards Westin? Was it…Was
it hot.
it betere or after my brother died
“WHAT?!”
Agnes cried, “What the hell, Clemente! Are you seriously questioning my love for Keavy?”
Clemente bit his lip, looking uncertain, “Sorry. But I have to ask-”
“I LOVED YOUR BROTHER”
Agnes balled her fists, het angry doe–like eyes round with tears
“No one —not even the Moon Goddess can question that I was still carrying, Bryn when he died.
Everyone said to me…even your father. They said that they wouldn’t blame me it I decided to get an
abortion. But I kept that child! I gave your family an heit! I raised him! By myself! For 5 fucking years!
Why would I do that if I didn’t love
your brother?!!!!
Clemente’s face was pale.
He stared at Keavy’s tombstone for a very long time before whispering:
Sorry. I was being a jerk.”
They stood there face–to–face.
The only sound that could be heard in this quiet graveyard was Agnes’s heavy breathing and sobbing.
“I don’t blame you for loving Westin. Any woman would easily fall in love with him.” Clemente said in a
low voice, “And speaking from the bottom of my heart, you
two would have made a great couple. But he ready has Janet now…”
Agnes stopped crying.
She looked at him, her eyes very cold.
“And that is why you are going to kill her for me,” she said.
“NO!” Clemente snapped, “I tried once already. I failed. Maybe fate rolled the dice and decided that
Janet deserves to live-”
“I don’t care what fate wants! I only care what I want! And you are going to do this for me because you
OWE ME!”
Agnes advanced on him, pointing a finger at his chest.
“Remember what happened on the night Keavy died? You were supposed to go home and have dinner
with him till I came back from my mother’s. Yet you got delayed at your mighty patrol job. Keavy had to
order a takeout, which was the exact reason he got poisoned! Think about it, Clemente! If you didn’t
skip your dinner plan that night, Keavy would be still alive-”
“STOP!!!” Clemente roared.
He clamped a hand over his eyes and inhaled sharply, his body shaking.
“You remember now?” Agnes asked cruelly.
“…How many times are you going to remind me of that?” Clemente asked in a weak
voice.
your entire life.”
“Just enough times for you to remember that you owe me and Bryn your
She crossed her arms and sneered, “So? When can I hear the good news about Janet’s death?”
“…You won’t.”
Clemente dropped his hand.
His face was still pale.
But there was a firm look on it.
“You can guilt me as many times as you want. And I will try to make it up to you the best I can. But
killing Janet? The answer is no.”
Agnes widened her eyes, looking furious, “Are you kidding me? How did she get into your dumb head?!
Don’t tell me that you are in love with her-”
“I am not!” Clemente snapped, “But she is a nice person! A pregnant woman! I won’t get that kind of
blood on my hand!”
He turned to leave abruptly, striding down the winding path.
Agnes chased him for a few steps and cried, “If you don’t do it! I will find somebody else to do it!”
Clemente halted abruptly and turned to gaze at her with cold eyes:
”
“…Then you will leave me with no choice but to report this to the King.”
“Fine! Go tell him! Then I will tell him you tried assassinating her once yourself! We are in this together,
Clemente! Clemente–WAIT!!!!!
Yet Clemente didn’t slow his pace.
He kept going till her angry screams completely faded in the distance.
When Clemente returned to the castle, it was already approaching nightfall.
He immediately wanted to report back to Janet.
Yet a soldier by the front gate said that the King needed him in the training field.
So he turned and headed to meet with Westin first.
The field’s light was out when he got there.
Just when he was about to call Westin’s name and see if he had arrived, the overhead
light was turned on by somebody, illuminating the entire field.
Clemente looked around, astonished.
The training field was made into a temporary baseball field.
“Hey, you like this?”
Clemente jerked around and saw Westin walking up to him from the other side of the field. Janet was
by his side, with a baseball bat in her hand.
“I asked the servants to help me draw the line. Not so bad, huh?” Westin grinned, tossing a ball at
Clemente. “Come. You will be the pitcher this round.”
Clemente still looked in a daze, “But my King, why…I thought you had a whole day. of meetings
today…”
“Remember how you, I, and Keavy played baseball in this very training field all day
when we were kids?
Clemente blinked. Then he started to smile, “Yes. Keavy taught me the rules. You taught me how to
swing my bat.”
Westin nodded, looking nostalgic, “I asked my parents if we could turn this place into a baseball field
instead and ask all the soldiers to play with us. Hell did I get a good spanking from my father that time.”
Clemente laughed. “Now that you are King, you can ask everyone in this castle to play with you all day”
“Well, I have outgrown that. But I want to at least spend today with you doing our thing. If Keavy were
still around, he would definitely make us do this more often.” Clemente’s lips trembled slightly, “You
know that today is…”
“Janet reminded me.” Westin said, “Sorry. I should have remembered that myself.” “I hope you don’t
mind that overstepped,” Janet said with a soft smile.
Clemente shook his head. His eyes looked misty.
He loosened his top 3 buttons and rolled up his sleeves, “OK! I am about to kick some King’s ass!”
Westin laughed, “Or maybe I kick yours! Hey Janet, you want to play?”
I will be on the bench over there.”
Westin beckoned over a couple more soldiers and they started play.
During halftime, Clemente ran over to the bench, drenched in hot sweat..
Janet handed him a towel, “Here.”
He took the towel, looking nervous. After a little pause, he carefully took a seat by her side, “I…I…”
He couldn’t get himself to say in a full sentence. He looked super embarrassed.
“You want to apologize for being a jerk. And you want to thank me for reminding Westin,” Janet giggled.
Clemente bit his lips, his cheeks going red, “…Yeah… Yes. That.”
“It is fine. I wasn’t too nice to you either. It’s even now,” Janet waved her hand, “And I am not doing this
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“…Then what for?”
Clemente stared at her. His cold, grey eyes looked soft now.
“Your brother is Alpha Casper,” he said abruptly. “A great werewolf soldier, an outstanding Alpha.”
Janet smiled, “You have heard about him?”
“No. He won’t agree.”
“Have you tried asking? I can ask him for you if you like.”
Janet chuckled–this young man could be so stubborn sometimes.
There was no way Westin would say yes.
A war would officially break out the moment Westin let werewolves set foot into their land.
“Thanks for the offer but there is no need,” she patted his shoulder. “So are we good?”
He nodded solemnly, his eyes brighter than the glittering stars.
Janet smiled back at him.
She lied earlier..
She WAS doing this on purpose to get him like her.
He had to like her.
Because he was an important part of her escape plan.