Chapter 70

• Caught in a suffocating silence, the room seemed to shrink around them, the gravity of their situation hanging heavy in the air. Edward's voice, fraught with desperation, sliced through the stillness as he sought to weave a desperate narrative to explain the damning scene that had unfolded before them. "Son," he began, the word dripping with remorse and a tinge of calculated urgency, "I'm sorry. It was an accident.Promise me.This should be between only us both.Help me out to dispose of the body " .His words hung between them, a fragile thread of manipulation that threatened to shatter under the weight of the truth.
• But Leon was no longer the naive boy who had once taken comfort in Edward's presence. Bitterness surged through his veins, fueled by years of deception and betrayal, as he gazed upon the man who had been a twisted figure in his life. His voice, laced with an edge of cold resolve, sliced through the tension like a blade. "I'm not your son," he declared, the words echoing with a new-found strength that belied his years of manipulation.
• Edward's surprise was palpable, his gaze flickering with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. The very foundation of his machinations was being eroded by the very one he had intended to ensnare. "Son, what are you saying?" he sputtered, a note of desperation creeping into his tone as he grappled with the rapidly unraveling facade.