Chapter 113: My Fight
His own wife who pushed him to the brink, and those children... Those damned children who came as guests but slowly tore down everything he worked hard to build. He will take revenge... This will not be the end of him.
The room felt heavy even after the Duke stormed out, slamming the door in a final act of defiance. The silence that followed was deafening. It was awkward and sad.
They were uncertain about where to go from here. They looked at each other, the one who felt most out of place was the assassin.
Everett was the first to break the silence. His gaze fell upon the assassin- his eyes a mixture of anger, sadness, and helplessness. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he knew that his father was the one behind all of this.
Behind his downfall and his mother’s death. But the man wasn’t without blame, he played an active role in his mother’s death. He was just as much of a sinner as his father. Why was he an assassin? Why did have to accept the mission and kill his mother?
His eyes flickered for a moment, the redness didn’t dissipate one bit, he narrowed his eyes before muttering, "I hope you die a miserable death." His voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words sharp and full of bitterness.
Without waiting for a response, Everett turned and fled from the hall. He ran towards the door to leave this estate he once thought would belong to him.
He was unable to endure the intensity of his emotions any longer. He needed to be away from there. He didn’t want any of it anymore. What was the point? It came at the cost of his mother’s life!
The assassin was left alone with his thoughts, he did not try to defend himself. Everett’s words cut deep, and he knew they were well-deserved.