Semua Bab Silent Amour : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The electrocardiogram beeped steadily, displaying the patient’s heartbeat. An artificial respirator was connected to an oxygen cylinder, ensuring proper ventilation. The attending doctor carefully monitored the patient, even though there were no significant wounds. Despite the stable condition, vigilance remained high. A slight movement of the patient’s fingers caught the doctor’s attention. Observing closely, the doctor examined the patient’s pupil reaction and hand movements. “Can you tell me your name, sir?” the doctor asked gently. “Braylon... Braylon Rhys...” he responded faintly. Yes, it was Braylon. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing. The stark white walls surrounding him seemed to blur as he tried to make sense of his situation. Tears rolled down his face, their glimmer amplified by the overhead lights. “Good!” the doctor said, satisfied with the progress. After a brief examination, the doctor exited the room. It had been two days since Braylon had regai

Eryx, Braylon, and Adler stood before a panel of their superiors from the human rights commission, undergoing questioning about an incident that had occurred a week prior. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the room, echoing the tense uncertainty that permeated the atmosphere. Adler maintained a composed and resolute demeanor despite the seriousness of the situation. His sharp, dark eyes swept across the room, taking in the stern expressions of the panel members. He didn't think they would be questioned by the members since they weren't at fault. As the questioning began, Eryx stared at the floor with an expression heavy with regret. His usual confidence was replaced by a profound remorse. Beside him, Braylon fidgeted nervously in his seat. His mind raced as he struggled to find the right words to justify their actions, knowing all too well that the events of the past week had been driven by personal vengeance. Using guns in the public was out

The trio's attention shifted to Eryx, who had barely spoken throughout the conversation. He furrowed his brows, his expression marked by confusion. “You knew the truth all along, didn’t you?” Alex questioned, raising an eyebrow as Eryx let out a sigh. Were they seriously glaring at him for this? He was the victim here, wasn’t he? “I only found out recently—maybe a week and a half ago. I’m not even sure. I’m the victim here, bro,” Eryx replied, his tone laced with exasperation. His words drew chuckles from the others, lightening the mood. Revilla’s gaze softened, easing the tension in the room. Eryx took a deep breath, bracing himself before speaking again. He glanced at Alex, Revilla, and Franklyn, his emotions a mix of nerves and anticipation. It was time to share how he truly felt upon learning that Alan was his son—a revelation that had caught him completely off guard and sent a storm of emotions swirling within him. "I never saw this coming. When I first found out that Alan is

Eryx, noticing the tension between Adler and Franklyn, approached the pair. "Hey, you two," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Don't make our mood sour. Why do you two look so gloomy? Did something happen?" Though he didn't like Adler, he didn't want to spoil the mood. Today they were too happy to ruin their mood. The trio turned to the Adler and Franklyn couple, who were silent, not uttering anything. They could feel something was off with them but they decided to keep silent since it was their personal right now until they decided to bring it up between them. Franklyn managed a small smile. "Brother Eryx, not at all, just thinking about tomorrow's work. I don't want to get up at all." He whined like a baby, distracting them with his whining. Adler's face gloomed even more, ignoring the specific thing that caught up between them. Franklyn didn't dare to look at the elder who was gazing at expectation but none happened. Adler thinned his lips, controlling his overwhelming emotion

Zaneta sat at a small table in the cafe, sipping her cappuccino and lost in her thoughts. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sounds of soft chatter and clinking of cups. She was waiting for Braylon. They decided to meet up after so many days as Braylon was busy with his work. As she glanced at her watch, the door swung open, and Braylon walked in. He looked gloomy as if something was bothering him. As soon as He spotted Zaneta, he made his way to her table. "Hey, sister," Braylon said, taking a seat opposite Zaneta. He wasn't looking charming but looking troubled. Zaneta looked up. Seeing Braylon, Concern etched on her face. She could understand why he called her for a meet-up. "Braylon, what's wrong? You seem really upset. Did something happen? Is Alan okay?" Zaneta asked. Braylon took a deep breath. "Sister, I need to tell you something. That's why I called you. Alan is fine. It's not about Alan and partially about him. I just recently confess