Chapter 261 - History of abuse

Jai pranced out of the room, his heart drumming hard in his chest.

He had no idea why his grandpa wanted to speak to Shao alone, but it didn't sound simple. His gut twisted with worry. It wasn't like his grandfather to pull someone aside for a chat unless something was bothering him—deeply.

He clutched his shirt tighter around his neck, his fingers trembling slightly.

Did he… see the marks?

The thought made his cheeks heat up and his stomach churn. But how could he be so sure it was Shao who did it?

He caught a glimpse of Muchen heading toward the room next door and quickly followed behind, needing a distraction, anything to take his mind off the sick feeling pooling in his chest.

As he stepped inside, he noticed Yunfeng sitting on the edge of the bed, completely still. His eyes were open, but they weren't looking at anything. Just slightly off to the side, locked onto nothing, like he was staring through the walls.