Chapter 345: Are You Satisfied?
"Are you satisfied?"
Alexandra's words pierced John's heart like a sharpened blade, twisting deeper with every syllable.
The truth he had fought so hard to uncover was unbearably cruel.
He stood there, hollowed out, as if a boulder had lodged itself in his chest, pressing down until he could barely breathe.
He didn't know what to think anymore. He didn't know what to do.
His father had murdered his mother, and now his grandfather wanted him to pay the price.
What kind of twisted, nightmarish relationship was this?
Not even in the darkest corners of his imagination could John have envisioned a truth so agonizing.
"...Aunt Alexandra," he finally said, his voice cracking, "can I stay here? Just for a while... to keep my mother company?"
That word—"aunt"—sent a violent tremor through Alexandra.
She didn't reply. She didn't nod. She didn't shake her head. She just turned away and walked off silently, drifting like a phantom toward the cemetery gates.