Premature Fight

“It’s not a misunderstanding.” Shadow grasped the situation rather quickly. “The one who is guilty is you. You! You try to paint your uncle as a bad guy to satisfy your own greed. Fucker!” Shadow plunged on the seat once.

“My love…”

Shadow stopped him by raising her hand right in front of his face.

“This fucker knew. He fucking knew. He readily destroyed his uncle just because his fragile ego couldn’t take the hit.”

Wince.

It was so painful, Akmal had to wince. Shadow spoke nothing but the truth.

For Shadow, now she understood why these people were exceptionally quiet when Jamal’s issue was brought to light. It was because they knew the truth. They willingly feign ignorance.

Shadow leaned forward, her upper body and knees bent as she propped her hands on the table.

“My love,” Malikul tried to grab Shadow’s wrist.

Shadow had shown her intimidating aura. Her eyes caught Akmal particularly. “You… wake up.” Her voice was low, akin to a whisper.

However, it was so loud inside all of them.