He, who Murdered.

"Samuel, leave!" His mother sternly asked him to leave.

For the first time, Samuel didn't want to oblige.

"Leave!!" She shouted.

Sebastian raised his head back up from the slap.

"Bev-"

"Don't say my name!" She cut his words. "Don't!"

Sebastian bluntly looked at her before turning around to smile at Samuel.

"Samuel, leave us for a second?"

Samuel nodded, standing up to leave. He stood outside the study, waiting to receive a call to go back in.

In the study room, Sebastian faced his wife. Her eyes teared up, and she refused to talk.

"B-…" He stopped himself from saying her name. "My dear love, are you mad that I left? Or are you assuming I still need more of a break from my own family?"

"Sebastian… You promised me you wouldn't touch Samuel. I love you, okay? But… Samuel… He's…" She teared up. "He's so young! He has many more years to live and… Things to experience, like normal children."