Chapter 101: another one
The next day
The screen had three people on the line—Albert’s face flushed with barely contained fury. His jaw clenched. His eyes burned. But there was nothing he could do—not officially.
Edward stood in his office with a silent smirk. He didn’t flinch beneath Albert’s glare.
Across the screen, Max rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted by the situation, while Julien remained quiet; his wrinkled face showed the calmness of a monk.
Edward sighed, "By the time I received the report, it was already too late."
Albert didn’t respond. He knew that it was a clear lie; Edward must have known the moment Tyson jumped into battle, but he had no proof. It was his domain, after all, and not to mention it was Albert’s and Justin’s plan to begin with, which failed miserably.
He and his son miscalculated Tyson’s response would be this fierce and dangerous. Their plan to safely exit even in undesirable situations was futile in front of Tyson’s fury.
Albert had no leverage in this situation; he could not demand an apology or make threats.
"Had I known earlier," Edward continued, "I might have stopped it. But you and I both know Justin’s actions left us all with very little room to navigate, don’t you, Albert?"
Albert felt the mockery in Edward’s tone. He had no choice but to blame everything on Justin, or else he would face backlash not only from his city but also on an international level.
"I had no idea he would do something like this," Albert glared at Edward. But cutting his hand? Don’t you think that was too much?"