Shattered Hopes

"Jean Smith, you told my father that you had the boy we were searching for, now for the last time, where is he?" The Crown Prince asked, his voice turning cold. 

"Ah… yes… yes… the boy. You see… he… he took him!" Jean stuttered, before pointing at Gerald. 

He wanted to try to pin the blame on him, since he kept him the last time, then there's a chance he was the one who saved him. 

"Hmph! Point that finger in my direction one more time, and you'll lose your entire arm," Gerald snorted. 

"Blazh, as you can see, they don't have the kid," He turned to the Crown Prince. 

Blazh looked at Gerald with a suspicious gaze, but he knew he couldn't question him. Although he was suspicious of him, he knew Gerald didn't have Grey. 

Jean wouldn't bring him here if Gerald truly did have Grey, he would've taken them there directly.