“Others don’t dare do it, so I’ll trouble Athena to do it herself.”
“Go on, kill me. If I don’t die, the two of you won’t have peace anyway.”
But the bloodstained knife never pierced my neck.
She looked into my stubborn eyes and gave a gentle smile.
“Waylon, I told you, we don’t need to push this into a you-die-or-I-die situation!”
“That child, whatever you choose to do with him, it’s your decision. Whether he lives or dies, I won’t interfere anymore.”
“But this matter ends here. From now on, you are not allowed to bring it up again, do you understand?”
Cold-blooded as ever, just like me.
Athena did not look at me again, nor did she sigh. She slammed the door and walked out.
Ten years, never once had I seen her back. In my memory, she had only ever rushed toward me through storms of blood and rain, using her body to shield mine. Her back now was as resolute as I had always imagined, yet if one looked closely, there was a faint trace of urgency.
I curled my lips into a mocking laugh. Turning around, I dialed the bodyguard’s phone.
“Let the kid go. I haven’t sunk so low as to lay hands on a child.”
“But the father’s information, I want it in ten minutes!”