Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
On the gravestone were just a few simple words:
"The Grave of the Late Bastian Cruz"
Leo’s face was ghostly pale, eyes bloodshot. He no longer had the elegance and warmth he was once known for.
Now, he was hollow—utterly lifeless, as though nothing could stir him again.
Rael's voice was cold and emotionless, “…After hearing all this, Leo—no, I should call you Second Young Master Vexley now—tell me, should I avenge this or not? Speak!”
Leo couldn’t answer.
His expression collapsed. His voice trembled, “No… That’s not it… It can’t be… My brother… He wouldn’t… He didn’t… I don’t believe it… Rael, please don’t… I—”