Cyrus stumbled back in his steps, mind linking all the soldiers that no one was allowed to enter the garden without permission, as he looked at Amelia in disbelief.
"I can't believe this," he said.
Kyle nodded in understanding.
"But you have to accept this. You know her. She wouldn't make such big claims if she weren't so sure about it. If you still are not sure, how about we do a DNA test?" Kyle suggested.
Cyrus couldn't understand how the man was so casual about everything. It almost felt like he already knew something.
Did he?
"Why are you so unbothered about it?" Cyrus asked.
Kyle shrugged his shoulders.
"It's not that I am unbothered. Honestly, I don't give two fucks if you are my brother. All I care about is that Amelia would be mine as much as she is yours. That's all that matters to me. Now I know why I didn't feel jealous or hatred towards you for touching Amelia, but if it were anyone else, I would want to break their arms," Kyle said.
