Chapter 97

In the heavy silence that enveloped the room, the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears hung in the air like a thick fog. It was as if the very atmosphere had become a reflection of the turmoil that churned within my soul, a constant reminder of the tumultuous past that had shaped me. My gaze remained fixed on Diyo, but behind my stoic facade, a storm of emotions raged, threatening to break free.

"Look, just cut to the chase. Why are you even here? No need to dance around the subject," I demanded, my words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. The room, already heavy with the scent of smoke and tension, seemed to grow even colder in response.

Diyo's eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise mingling with a hint of apprehension. It was clear that my directness had caught him off guard, perhaps even unsettled him. But I couldn't afford to waste time on pleasantries or beat around the bush.

"If that's what you truly believe," he relented, his voice tinged with a quiet acceptance tha