Javier slumped deeper in his chair, feeling like his spirit was leaving his body.
"This is a setup… A massive, perfectly coordinated setup!"
His mind was filled with feelings of betrayal.
"Damn all my siblings and half-siblings!"
"They're the older ones! Shouldn't they be the ones doing all this ruling stuff?! Why am I the only one getting pushed into this?!"
He glanced at Marcellus and Cedric, who were grinning smugly over their wine. Aelius and Heres were smirking. Athine? That sweet, innocent smile was—FAKE!
And his mother? His loving, kind, gentle mother?
Fransesca just sipped her tea, pretending not to see his suffering.
Javier let out a silent groan. "Ugh… I'm doomed."
Javier gritted his teeth, unable to speak up.
Damn. They all agreed to this. There was no way out. No escape.
But then, an idea started to form in his mind. A sneaky, clever idea.