The room was deathly silent, every servant frozen in place as they watched the exchange. Harland's lips trembled, his hands shaking as he took an involuntary step back.
Lucious's eyes narrowed, a cold fire igniting in his gaze as he turned to look at the man his master had just exposed. The immensity of the revelation hung heavily in the air, the once—imposing steward now reduced to a trembling shadow of his former self.
The supervisor stammered, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "M-My lord! I-I didn't mean any harm—I swear! I never expected—never wanted anyone to die!"
His voice cracked as his coat darkened with sweat, his trembling hands gripping at the fabric as though it might anchor him. His legs shook violently, the movement so exaggerated that it seemed as if he were standing in the midst of an earthquake.
