Joseph pointed at Nevaeh. "This woman is deliberately trying to stir up trouble between you brothers, and you're still protecting her?"
"The one causing the rift is Cyrille!" Nevaeh shot back. She pulled out her phone and pressed play.
Cyrille's voice filled the air. "I swear it wasn't me, bro! You have to believe me. I'd never have the guts to do something like that. The car accident was arranged by Dad. He contacted the Dark Magic Organization to have you killed. It really has nothing to do with me!"
Boom!
It was like thunder exploded over Joseph's head. His face turned pale.
"Impossible! This can't be true." He shook his head, refusing to believe. "Cyrille would never say that. How could he?"
He refused to accept that his most beloved son would accuse him of such a thing.
Murder? Especially the murder of his eldest son? He was cruel, yes, but never to that extent.
Joseph's fury burst out.
