Chapter 38 - THE LINE BETWEEN JUSTICE AND CRIME

The silence lingered, so thick and heavy that it pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. No one dared to say anything. Conrad's lifeless body lay motionless, a stark reminder of the irreversible sacrifice he made. Carson stood frozen, staring down at his fallen henchman, his expression unreadable, but the tremble in his clenched fists gave away the rage simmering beneath. Father, on the other hand, remained on his knees, his shoulders hunched in disbelief. His face was pale, eyes wide with shock. He couldn't seem to fathom what he had just done. He had killed someone—an innocent, at least in the eyes of the law. Even if they had been in the wrong, it didn't matter; killing a civilian was forbidden. The consequences could be severe.