Meanwhile, inside the carriage, the young master spoke in a low voice, fury tinging his words. "Father, why did you let him go? That was our chance… by killing him, I can easily make Amelia mine!"
In response, Lord Deathbringer, with a cold look on his face, slapped his son.
PA-!!!
The resounding slap echoed in the enclosed space. The young master placed his hand on his cheek, feeling the burning sensation. His father had not held back.
'Why?! Why is he acting so strangely?' he thought, shocked and confused.
"Do you take me for a fool?! Do you think I did what I did for no reason at all?!" Lord Deathbringer's voice was cold as he sat down, closing his eyes and rubbing his brows.
He heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the tightness in his chest dissipate. 'I managed to dodge a bullet this time.'
