Chapter 122: Gala
The moment Renar dropped to his knees, the entire room stiffened in shock. Caelum made a move to step forward, to pull him back up, but Callista held him back with a shake of her head.
Caelum’s own chest burned, tightening with each of Renar’s ragged breaths, as if he were drowning in the same agony. He never imagined someone like Renar, of all people, would look so utterly powerless in front of his own father.
Jarreth spun his chair away from Renar and gazed out the window, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"That priest... was a fraud. I did everything he told me to, but in the end, my wife still died." He turned back around to face Caelum, his eyes cold. "It worked on my sister, even if only to prolong her life a few minutes after you were born. So no, I don’t think anything that bastard said could ever be proven."
He opened a drawer, pulled out a stack of papers, and tossed them in front of Renar.
"The Moonstone that shines red," he said, half-yelling. "He said the red energy it emitted would trick the curse. That it could mask the baby’s lycan spirit, make it seem human, just for a little while." A scornful smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Renar picked up the bundle and clutched it tightly in his hands.
"So why did it fail?" he asked, his voice raw.
"That’s why I lost my mind," Jarreth said, his grin stretching wider. "She died anyway. And all the babies did too."
He let out a bitter laugh. "Should I be grateful that woman brought you back alive? Ha... you should’ve just died. That way, you won’t live in misery."
Jarreth turned his chair again, gazing out at the rain with a look and smile that seemed... content. It made Renar sick to his stomach, fury clawing its way up his throat.