“First Grandpa, then Celine,” another voice added. “What’s next, huh? You gonna poison Argus too and keep him locked by your side forever?”
I didn’t answer. I just looked at him. Argus stood there, his face pale from exhaustion, but his eyes were sharp, cold, like knives. “I already said it,” I muttered, my voice tired. “I didn’t hurt Grandpa. And I didn’t touch Celine.” I even knew how weak it sounded. What proof did I even have? Cameras broken, witnesses bought, and him… already decided I was guilty.
“I swear,” I said, forcing it out, “I didn’t stab you. If I’m lying, then let me die a horrible death.” I paused, then looked straight at her. “But Celine… can you say the same? Can you swear you didn’t plan all of this yourself?”
“Enough!” Argus cut me off sharply, stepping in front of her like I was something dirty. “Dahlia, even now you still won’t admit it? You still think you’re innocent?” His voice dropped colder. “Fine. Don’t blame me for what happens next. You brought this on yourself.”