Chapter 85 - 87
Avara POV
The world tilts as the pieces start to fit together. My voice is barely above a whisper. "An attempt that we survived? The only ordeal I’ve ever experienced was a car crash. The day my mother—"
My gaze snaps to Botan, who finally meets it. His eyes are heavy, not with guilt but with resignation.
"It wasn’t an accident," he states. "I made the call. Your father was a threat, and Haru refused to see it. He was blinded by the brotherhood he thought he shared with Alden. So I acted in his best interest, even if it was against his wishes."
My stomach churns violently. "You killed my mother," I whisper, my voice trembling with rage and grief.
"We didn’t know you would be with him," Botan admits. "The team on-ground didn’t convey the revised report. We knew he was heading out of town, but what we didn’t know—I didn’t know his family went with him. I tried to call it off, but by then I was already informed of the collision. Three survivors. One fatality."
The words hit like a physical blow, and I lurch to my feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Every head in the room turns, but I don’t care.
"Akio, escort her out," Haru commands, his tone cool and detached.
I don’t wait. I storm toward the elevator, my legs trembling as Botan follows closely, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Inside the cramped elevator, the tension is suffocating. As it swivels and the doors open, I shove past, desperate for air.
Botan grabs my wrist, but I rip free, pounding my fists against his chest in a futile barrage. He doesn’t flinch, standing like stone as two guards emerge to flank Akio in the short distance. My fury burns, uncontainable, as my world crumbles around me.