"But why should I destroy your family with you?"
Ebilade's gaze turned razor-sharp as he stared at Gregory, searching his face for any hint of deception. He hadn't expected this to be about him, and yet there was a sickening ring of truth to Gregory's words. But before he could fully process the implications, Gregory's calm, almost smug demeanor began to grate on him.
Gregory, on the other hand, seemed almost entertained by Ebilade's reaction. He let out a chuckle—a low, throaty sound that held a hint of mockery, as if expecting exactly this question from him. The smirk on his face barely faltered as he leaned slightly forward, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Of course you'd ask," Gregory murmured, his voice oozing a strange mixture of satisfaction and bitterness. "It'd be weird if you didn't."