Chapter Seventy Four

Ares is lying on his bed he hasn't moved a limb since yesterday night and has completely shut away any source of contact it's like he had completely zoned out from the world.

The truth had hit him hard so hard that he had to live with it for the rest of his life and he didn't seem ready to digest that just not yet.

The man he had looked up to all his life was his biological parents' killer. Was this how Elena had felt when he had been accused of murdering her father?

Is this the same way she had digested it even though he did nothing close to that?

He didn't think he was strong enough to live with that. He's so disturbed, angry, and hurt.

Russor has always had his hands dirty but not even for once did Ares stop to question him or notice that, that he wasn't the man he seemed to be.

He could remember how he'd tell his mother that when he grew up, he wanted to be just like his father and how they'd spend most of the day on the therm with Russor having to teach him lots and lots about
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