I yanked my arm back, glaring at him. “You believe her, don’t you?” My voice trembled, raw with disbelief. He let go of my wrist, but his silence spoke volumes.
That silence? It shattered me. It was all the answer I needed. The betrayal burned hotter than fire, charring any trace of love I might’ve had left for him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost cautious. “Where’s Kallias? Are you leaving with him?”
A bitter laugh tore out of me. “So that’s what this is about. Not whether he’s sick, not whether he needs you. You just want to know if I’m taking him with me.”
His mouth opened, like he had something to say, but nothing came out. Typical. His silence screamed louder than words ever could. If he’d ever set foot in Kallias’s room, he wouldn’t need to ask. The proof was all there—the rows of medicine bottles, the healer’s desperate notes. But no. He never looked past Vivian’s lies.
“You weren’t there,” I snapped, my voice rising with every word. “Not when Kallias was crying in pain, not when he begged for you to show up. And now you just believe her? What kind of father are you?”
Something flickered in his eyes—guilt, maybe? Anger? But as always, he said nothing.