The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!

But Cassian didn’t flinch, his cold gaze locked onto Lucas. He would not let him get away with this.

Lucas groaned, trying to sit up despite the agony. "He’s... Insane," Lucas croaked, his voice shaky. "I’ve been wounded... Protecting Adeline, and he attacks me?"

Cassian’s jaw tightened, his grip on Adeline firm. "You think your lies will save you?" He said, his voice low and dangerous.

The professors looked between the two princes, their confusion growing. The scene was too chaotic, too conflicting to decipher easily.

Meanwhile, Adeline lay unconscious in Cassian’s arms, her expression twisted in distress. Trapped in her nightmares, she writhed slightly, her lips parting as though to speak, but no sound came out.

Her mind was a battlefield of its own. Dark, shadowy voices swirled around her, relentless in their torment.

"You’re a disgrace."

"Pathetic."

"An insult to the Kendrick name."

The words cut deep, echoing the scorn the real Adeline had endured in her past. They weren’t directed at her but the original owner of the body she now inhabited. Yet, the venom in the voices felt personal, as though they were reaching through time and space to find her.

"Your brothers don’t need you. Your father is ashamed of you. How unlucky they are to be related to someone as hateful as you."