CHAPTER 196

The rain fell heavily, as if the clouds were crying.

Thick clouds covered the sky, casting a gloomy shadow over the cemetery.

They had just buried Tom.

Among the people standing by was Tom’s mother, Eleanor, clutching her son’s photo in trembling hands.

Her cries were the loudest, and she could barely control the tears streaming down her face.

Nathan stood a few paces behind her, silent and unyielding as stone. He watched Eleanor with a hollow gaze.

Tom had been one of his most loyal men—a friend, even—and now he was gone, snatched from the world in a brutal display of Darius's cruelty.

The memory of that bloodstained bag, of Tom's severed head, still played in his mind.

Eleanor fell to her knees by her son’s casket, continuing to cry and wail.

Her voice cracked as she whispered to her son, as if he could still hear her. “My boy… my beautiful boy…”

Nathan took a step forward, his heart heavy with grief.

Eleanor looked up at him, her tear-streaked face etched with grief and helpless ra

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