How dare an insolent child like her try to challenge him? Hiding behind her father's name... He scoffed, he wasn't here, how was he going to protect her?!
Losing control over his child, having to eliminate Alice, the damned assassin who dared to cross him, his own wife who pushed him to the brink, and those children... Those damned children who came as guests but slowly tore down everything he worked hard to build.
The room felt heavy even after the Duke stormed out, slamming the door in a final act of defiance. The silence that followed was deafening. It was awkward and sad.
They were uncertain about where to go from here. They looked at each other, the one who felt most out of place was the assassin.
Everett was the first to break the silence. His gaze fell upon the assassin- his eyes a mixture of anger, sadness, and helplessness. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he knew that his father was the one behind all of this.
