Avery’s P.O.V.
“All you need is to concentrate on your studies and training for now, Sylvester….. You don’t need to worry about Dad and me.” He cut me off by raising his hand in the air, making me pause and look at him questioningly.
“Yeah.. you are right… I don’t need to worry about you…. Because you are already dead, right?” he asked me sarcastically, looking at me with a painful but sarcastic gaze. I chewed on my internal lower lip while looking at him.
“All of us were confident that nothing could happen to you because you were strong and skilled enough to save yourself in any situation but see what happened.” He continued yelling at me angrily, tears streaming down his eyes.
“You died…. Yo… you were killed after they tortured you for more than seven days…… seven days, Avery… …. No…
