Seeds Of Doubts

At the Fuerte Mansion.

Silence filled the room — like stalagmites hanging from the roof of a cave until Bener's knife dropped on the wooden floor with a thud and broke the silence. He had a premonition.

"Asael, don't speak nonsense. Didn't Father ask us not to talk about our sister anymore? Why are you reopening a deep wound that just started to heal?" Galahad recovered from his shock and reprimanded Asael not to make careless jokes.

"But I am not joking." Asael protested.

Bener's intense gaze bore on Asael's. There was no need to exchange words. Asael nodded, and Bener suddenly bolted out of the room in a blur that seemed like he was being chased by lightning.

"What on earth just happened?" Galahad exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion as he watched the figure leave the room like a whirlwind. His brow knitted tightly, casting deep shadows over his eyes as a torrent of questions swirled in his mind. "Where is he headed in such a hurry?"