The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

"Who gave the order to bring Ethan?"

"It was the Duke of Lancaster."

As soon as Kellyan finished speaking, a smile spread across Cherry's lips.

"Finally, you’ve decided to talk."

Before Kellyan could react, a sharp pain erupted at the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

Ethan, who had been lying serenely in the coffin, suddenly shot upright and delivered a clean blow to the back of Kellyan’s head, knocking him out cold.

Kellyan’s limp body, with his bronze skin and short silver hair damp from the rain, toppled into the coffin.

Stretching with a groan, Ethan shook off the stiffness in his muscles and stepped out of the grave, letting the rain wash over him.

"Nice work," Aurora teased, amusement dancing in her eyes as she stood beside Cherry.

"You’re surprisingly good at pretending to be dead."

"Shut it," Ethan muttered, leaping out of the pit in one fluid motion.

Aurora hesitated, then glanced at Ethan, her tone cautious. "Did you know? Father..."