179.How can they do that?

Yosan took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage he had yet to find to reveal the truth and his feelings. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, feeling stuck in an increasingly complicated situation.

Staring deeply into Reina's eyes, he then gently grasped her shoulders, as if trying to affirm something.

"Uncle is not guilty of anything," he stated firmly. "All of this was my own choice. I chose this path, which led to me getting seriously injured and unconscious for several days. No one is to blame but myself, Your Majesty."

Reina looked at Yosan sharply, still filled with unresolved anger. Yet, instead of softening, her lips uttered something that further ignited the tension.

"So, you won't tell me either? Just like that shameless old man?" she said sarcastically, her voice laced with anger and disdain.

Yosan's eyes widened instantly. His hands, still resting on Reina's shoulders, clenched tightly. The anger he had been suppressing exploded at once.

"Watch your words, Your Majesty!" Yosan's voice rose, his eyes sharpening with authority. "You must not speak of him like that! Never belittle him like that!"

Reina remained unfazed, merely scoffing. "So, now you're defending him?"

"I'm not defending anyone," Yosan asserted, his voice still brimming with emotion. "I'm only stating the facts. The point is, Uncle is not to blame for this! If you want to put the blame on someone and vent your anger, then blame me, not him!"

Reina narrowed her eyes, her gaze darkening.

"And you must also apologize to him for the way you've treated him all this time," Yosan continued without hesitation.

Reina looked at him in disbelief, as if she had just heard the most absurd thing in her life.

"What did you just say?" she asked, her voice low but tense.

"You must apologize to Uncle Elexon," Yosan repeated, his tone sharper this time.

Reina let out a bitter laugh. "So, you want me to apologize to someone who nearly killed you?"

"He wasn't trying to kill me!" Yosan snapped. "I was the one who chose to endure, the one who pushed myself, and the one who failed the challenge! Uncle was merely doing his job as a trainer, nothing more!"

Reina let out another bitter laugh. "Unbelievable. You've even started talking like him."

Yosan clenched his jaw, trying to restrain himself. However, seeing that Reina had no intention of backing down or understanding his point of view, he finally lost his patience.

"In that case, get out of this room!" Yosan pointed toward the door. He could no longer hold back his emotions or continue negotiating.

Reina raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I said, get out!" Yosan repeated, his tone even sharper. "I don't want to argue with someone who only knows how to blame others without knowing what actually happened, without even trying to understand the situation."

Instead of leaving, Reina crossed her arms over her chest. "This room is mine. You have no right to kick me out of my own place," she retorted challengingly.

Yosan froze. He had forgotten that this place indeed belonged to Reina. His anger, which had already reached its peak, drove him to make another decision. Without saying another word, Yosan turned around, grabbed a few of his belongings, and stormed out. He truly couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"Yosan! Where are you going? You're still injured!" Reina shouted, watching as Yosan opened the door.

But Yosan ignored Reina's call and kept walking, though his steps were slightly unsteady. The pain from his wounds was still present, but he continued on.

"Yosan! Stop! You're not fully recovered yet!" Reina yelled, chasing after him down the dimly lit hallway.

In the quiet corridor, Yosan's footsteps echoed, each step heavy with pain. Though his injuries still hurt, he refused to stop. Behind him, Reina kept chasing, her voice filled with desperation and concern.

"Yosan, come back! Please!" Reina reached for Yosan's hand, gripping it tightly.

"Let go of me," Yosan said coldly, brushing her hand away, causing her to stumble back slightly. Without looking back, he resumed his steps.

Reina clenched her fists, biting her lip to hold back her frustration. She was angry, she despised Elexon, and she had done all of this because she was worried and cared about Yosan. Really, who wasn't understanding the situation here?

Unwilling to give up, Reina continued following Yosan, not knowing where he was heading. She repeatedly tried to persuade him, but Yosan remained stubborn. They occasionally exchanged heated words, and fortunately, the palace was quiet at this hour.

Until finally, their steps halted in front of Lia's room. The young girl was tidying up her books when the door suddenly opened, making her turn her head. Lia frowned, confused by her parents' sour expressions.

To make it worse, Yosan looked like a sulking child, upset over something. Without saying anything, he climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and covered his entire body, as if refusing to acknowledge Reina.

Lia blinked and then asked innocently, "Did you and Mom fight again?"

Silence was the only response.

Lia let out a small sigh, then placed her hands on her hips. "It seems like you did."

Realizing she wouldn't get any answers, Lia concluded that her parents had indeed been arguing. Not wanting to get involved, she picked up her favorite doll and walked away. She decided to go to her grandparents' room, seeking a more peaceful place.

Not long after, the door to Elexon's chamber creaked open. The old man turned to see his granddaughter standing at the doorway.

"What are you doing here, Lia?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

Lia hugged her doll tightly and walked closer. "Mom and Dad were fighting. They're in my room, so I want to sleep here instead."

Elexon and the head servant exchanged glances, shocked.

Wait… Everything was fine just a moment ago. How did they end up fighting? What exactly happened?

And even worse—how could they fight in front of Lia?! That was completely unacceptable!