When Elizabeth heard Cyrille accuse her of lying, her whole body trembled. She tried to run, but before she could take a step, a rough hand clamped tightly around her neck.
Frank dragged her forward and threw her at Cassius's feet like she was nothing more than a broken doll.
Cassius's gaze was cold and sharp, deep like a dark abyss that swallowed the air around them.
Elizabeth's heart pounded as fear flooded through her veins. Goosebumps covered her arms, and her face turned pale under his icy stare.
"Are you going to confess," Cassius asked in a low, cutting tone, "or do I have to make you?"
Elizabeth's lips trembled. "No—no! What he said isn't true! I was the one who saved you—it was me!"
"She's lying." Cyrille's voice broke through her trembling words, filled with raw anger. "It wasn't her. She doesn't even have the skill. She told me herself she lied to make you marry her!"
