Chapter 132: Seeds Of Doubts
At the Fuerte Mansion.
Silence filled the room — like stalagmites hanging from the roof of a cave until Bener’s knife dropped on the wooden floor with a thud and broke the silence. He had a premonition.
"Asael, don’t speak nonsense. Didn’t Father ask us not to talk about our sister anymore? Why are you reopening a deep wound that just started to heal?" Galahad recovered from his shock and reprimanded Asael not to make careless jokes.
"But I am not joking." Asael protested.
Bener’s intense gaze bore on Asael’s. There was no need to exchange words. Asael nodded, and Bener suddenly bolted out of the room in a blur that seemed like he was being chased by lightning.
"What on earth just happened?" Galahad exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion as he watched the figure leave the room like a whirlwind. His brow knitted tightly, casting deep shadows over his eyes as a torrent of questions swirled in his mind. "Where is he headed in such a hurry?"
Gideon and Percival were dumbfounded, their expressions a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Their eyes flitted anxiously from Asael, whose features were etched with a calculated calmness, to Galahad, radiating an aura of quiet authority, and finally to their father, whose furrowed brows betrayed his own turmoil.
General Odin frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? Weren’t you the one who identified her body?" His voice was loud and hoarse. Even after two years, the loss of his daughter still brought him so much pain. Lara was such a lovable girl.
The tension in the air was palpable as the three men became lost in their thoughts.