"M-Murder?" Lucious repeated, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are you saying someone intentionally pushed the boulders onto them, Young Master?"
Cassius chuckled softly, a low, humourless sound that made the hair on the back of their necks stand on end. He shook his head, his smile sharp and insidious.
"Oh no. Not at all." He said quickly. "That part really was an accident. A freak occurrence, as they say."
Lucious frowned, his confusion deepening. "Then...What do you mean by murder?"
Cassius's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes gleaming as he spoke, his voice now colder, quieter. "The murder wasn't in the accident itself." He said, his tone laced with disdain. "It was in what could have been avoided. Lives that could have been saved...if not for the selfishness of one man."
His words settled heavily over the room, the servants frozen in a mix of shock and dread.
