Chapter 159: The Fateful Night
"When Prince Soria lay in a pool of his own blood, the look in his eyes…" Mirk rested his chin on his dead daughter's forehead, filled with despair. "I know we had committed an unforgivable crime… I could have stopped her…"
"Then why didn't you?" King Nuven looked up. He gritted his teeth, and snapped at the weeping man, "You just stood there and watch that woman murder Soria?
"Perhaps you were secretly hoping that Soria would disappear sooner." King Nuven nearly burst into a roar as he delivered his final line. "You were hoping that the obstacle between you and that woman would disappear?"
The administrator shivered. He turned to King Nuven with a terrified look. At that moment, Thales genuinely understood the fear, sadness, and helplessness Mirk felt.
And the deepest despair and numbness… And the panic when his darkest thoughts were exposed…
Mirk's expression gradually changed.
He lowered his head. His face twisted into a grimace. He punched on