The whole banquet hall was so quiet that it was almost unnatural. You could hear even the sound of a needle dropping on the floor.
May was being held down on the ground, unable to move. Her expression was broken, and her eyes were full of pain and regret.
Elyra, on the other hand, was wearing a torn evening dress, with messy hair. She no longer looked beautiful like she did at the beginning—she looked like a homeless person.
As for Kael, he was on his knees, his fists clenched tight, and his eyes were full of anger as he stared at Aiden.
"Kael, stay strong. Don't accept his challenge." Ronald whispered to his son, his voice low. "You'll have another chance later."
Aiden smiled, a dark and evil smile, and said slowly:
"You see, even your own father doesn't believe in you."
It's true that if you don't kill the root, the grass will grow again in spring.
Kael was now an enemy. If Aiden let him go, there might not be big problems for now, but he would always feel uneasy.
