Cyrille stared into Cassius's eyes, pleading, "It was Dad! Dad made me do it. It really wasn't my fault."
Fearing Cassius wouldn't believe him, Cyrille crawled to Cassius feet and clutched his leg, tears streaming down his face as he begged Cassius to trust him.
"I swear it wasn't me, brother! You have to believe me. How could I ever have the guts to do something like that? The accident, it was all planned by Dad. He contacted the Dark Magic Organization to have you killed. I had nothing to do with it!"
At those words, Cassius's eyes flared with a fierce anger.
In the dim underground garage his face was half in shadow, sharp and cold like a blade slicing the night.
He had imagined so many outcomes, but never once had he thought his father would want him dead.
Even a tiger won't eat its own cub.
No matter how much a father disliked his son, he wouldn't go so far as to kill him.
A storm passed over Cassius's face. His voice came out low, barely audible. "What did you say?"
