Silas’s POV
"Silas, if you didn’t do anything, then why did those people call, saying they killed Orian? Tell us it’s not true."
Why is Damon even asking? Of course, it’s not true. How could I tell people to kill my own brother?
"Damon, I didn’t do anything, and I don’t know anything about that phone call either."
I was about to stand up as I spoke, but just then, Kael stepped on my hand.
"Ugh!"
The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t free my hand from his weight, and he looked at like I was so kind of criminal—like I had done everything wrong to him. His eyes were filled with a murderous intent.
"Orian is dead now. You must be happy, right, bítch?"
While saying that, he was literally crushing my hand with his shoe, and none of the others tried to stop him. Just then, Theron pushed Kael away from .
"Are you out of your mind, Kael? It was just a call. How can you believe sothing just because you heard it over the phone?"
Only Theron was on my side. I looked down at my hand—my skin was scraped, and blood was trickling out.
I struggled to stand up, using my own knees for support.
Damon stood there, refusing to et my eyes, and Lysander stayed in the corner, silent. He didn’t say anything.
"Bro, Theron, you’re still taking that bítch’s side even after knowing what he did? He’s just a whóre—using his body to seduce every Alpha he ets. That’s why he ca here today—because he already knew Orian is dead."
"Kael, do you have any proof that Orian is dead?"
At least I believed Lysander would say sothing for since I had a crush on him.
But his silence spoke volus—he also believed I was the culprit. Only Theron stood by , and that was the last thing I expected.
"Mumma... What happened to your hand?"
As I heard that voice, I quickly looked to my right—Velric had woken up because of all this commotion.
I quickly went to Velric and grabbed his hand because I didn’t want to stay there for a mont longer. I was about to leave with him when I heard—
"Silas, do you really not know where Orian is right now?"
What? Lysander is asking this? It would’ve been better if he had stayed quiet instead of making feel this pathetic. My heart ached just hearing those words from him.
"Lysander, I didn’t expect you not to believe ."
"It’s not that I don’t believe you, but that phone call... I’m just asking," Lysander said.
Just then, Damon stepped in front of , blocking my way.
"If you confess all your cris now and tell us where Orian is, I might forgive you and let you continue working in my company."
Damon’s words pierced through . He’s actually giving a chance to "confess my cris"—does he really think I did all this?
Does he believe that ntioning the company would make admit to sothing I didn’t do?
"I didn’t do anything... And when the truth is exposed, you’re all going to regret it."
After saying that, I walked out of Kael’s studio. It was already the middle of the night.
As Velric and I stood on the road in front of the studio after all my mobile was broken so how can I leave from there? a heavy feeling settled in my chest.
It felt like this was the second ti soone had hurt , and I couldn’t protect myself. I was becoming more and more pathetic—letting myself get involved with those brothers had been a mistake.
Just then, I saw Lysander coming out. His eyes caught mine, and he started walking toward us. To be honest, I didn’t want to talk to him at all. I was sure he was coming to ask more about Orian.
By so luck, one taxi arrived just in ti. I quickly got in with Velric before Lysander could reach us. As I sat inside, I saw Theron co out too. His face looked worried.
The taxi started moving as i told the driver the address, and I rested my back against the seat, glancing at Velric. He was looking at with a worried expression, and his eyes kept drifting to the wound on my back palm.
It hurt a lot, especially when the air touched it, but I still ruffled Velric’s hair.
"Don’t worry. I’m fine. It’s just a minor scratch."
"But, Mumma... it’s hurting, right?"
"Of course, it’s not hurting at all."
"No, you’re lying, Mumma."
Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie, because this wound wasn’t as painful as the one on my heart—the one I got today.
I could still feel their gazes on , their fingers pointing, calling a culprit. But who was that person who called, claiming I ordered them to kill Orian?
It felt like a carefully planned trap to tie into their conspiracy.
Was it Ciel or soone else? Or was it the one who drew my blood? My head felt heavy—I couldn’t understand what was happening to anymore or what I was going to do next.
Lost in my thoughts, I glanced outside and noticed sothing strange. This wasn’t the way back to my apartnt—it was a road that led to the forest.
I quickly tapped on the driver’s seat from behind, and the driver glanced back.
"Stop the car right now," I demanded.
I didn’t bother asking the driver where we were going—this wasn’t the way to my house. Why would I ask when I could just tell him to stop the car?
And he did. As soon as the car halted, I grabbed Velric and quickly stepped out.
The driver also got out, following us.
"What happened, sir? Why did you get out of the car all of a sudden?"
"You can go ahead and leave. I’ll call for another taxi."
My phone was broken, and I knew this was the worst possible situation. Still, I didn’t want to put Velric in danger. That’s why I got out of the car before anything could happen.
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