Chapter 201: Disgraceful
Veyron calmly adjusts his collar, his movements deliberate and smooth, as though the king’s fury barely registered.
"I fail to see the confusion here, Your Majesty," Veyron begins, his tone dripping with indifference. "You needed my family’s support to secure the throne, and I, in turn, needed an omega. You knew how rare they are. You sold her to me, fully aware of my... unsavory reputation." He shrugs nonchalantly, as if discussing a trivial business deal.
The king’s chest heaves with unspent rage, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Sure," Veyron continues, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, "I may have manipulated and taken advantage of a little girl. But you?" He steps closer, his voice lowering into something sharp and cutting. "You were her brother. Her big brother. She loved you despite your disturbingly unhealthy obsession with her. And yet, you—" he pauses, his lips curling into a cruel smile—"you were her breaking point."
The king’s face contorts with fury, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but no words escape him.
Veyron leans in slightly, his voice now a soft hiss. "You failed her in every way that mattered. And now you stand here, clutching to the past, while I... I will make amends in my own way or try to getting old and all." He straightens and gives the king a mocking bow.
"Now, if you’ll excuse me," he says, his voice light and flippant, "I have an estranged son to meet. Family reunions, you understand."
With that, Veyron turns on his heel and strides out of the room, his every step echoing with calculated arrogance.
The door closes behind him, leaving the king frozen in place, trembling with rage and consumed by the weight of Veyron’s words. The silent room feels colder, and the portrait of Mirelle looms over him, her painted eyes a haunting reminder of his failures.