Chapter 193: Accusations
"Is this your doing?" Elijah Frost stormed into the office. Wild strands of silver hair clung to his furrowed forehead, and his normally steady hands trembled with a mix of panic and anger. His piercing gaze bore into his grandson, accusing eyes ablaze with a turbulent mix of disappointment and suspicion.
Erasmi looked up at the old man and clenched his hands. Ever since waking up and discovering the truth, the one man he had avoided had been his grandfather. It had been a bitter pill to swallow. His own" grandfather had held him as a hostage for all these years, manipulating and threatening his brother. The old man whom he had always looked up to had used him as nothing but a disposable weapon. He’d even been willing let him die and had signed off on it.
A little voice inside him spoke that he should forgive the old man for not fighting for him. After all, he’d been as good as dead. But the other things that Elijah Frost had done to him and to his brother had been unforgivable. He knew that seeing the old man would trigger him and so he pretended that the old man did not exist.
And yet now that he was here, he felt... empty. The old man he remembered had been larger that life while this one was frail and old. It made him realize that no matter how angry he was at the old man, he would not be able to exact his revenge.
While Erasmi was lost in his thoughts, the old man yelled loudly," Tell me, did you do this? How can you be so cruel? How could you do this to your own brother?"
Erasmi breathed in deeply and composed himself before answering coldly," I do not know what you are accusing me of, Mr. Frost. Would you like to clarify? If this is about me pretending to be Demetri, then it is only for a few days while he is busy."
"Ha! When he returns? You do not want him to return. It is why you have done this!"
"Are you going to keep spouting nonsense or tell me what it is I have done?" Erasmi almost shouted.
The air crackled with tension as the room became a battlefield for unspoken accusations.
