The silence in the room didn’t just linger it pressed down on everyone, thick and suffocating, like the air itself had turned against them. No one moved. No one dared to breathe too loudly. The truth had already surfaced, and now it stood between them, sharp and undeniable.
Lucian didn’t blink. His gaze remained locked on the woman in front of him his aunt. The one who had raised him, trained him, shaped the instincts that now told him she was the enemy. There was no hesitation left in his expression, no doubt. Only something far more dangerous: recognition.
“You tried to kill her,” he said again, his voice quieter this time, but far more lethal.
His aunt didn’t deny it. She didn’t flinch or look offended. Instead, she sighed softly, as though the entire situation had become tiresome. “
