The Abandoned Son

Fake

"Because you're an idiot, because you're foolish."

That strange voice had emerged countless times, and Finlay's fingers suddenly tightened around the table. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, "Who are you?"

No one responded, and passersby heard his words, casting puzzled glances at him. It almost seemed as though he was imagining the voice himself. However, Finlay knew that this voice couldn't be a product of his imagination.

Demetrius had lost count of how many autographs he'd signed. When he finished the last one, he put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, and met Finlay's intense gaze.

Demetrius ignored him, preparing to leave, but he heard Finlay's slightly sharp question, "Why are you Aplorer?"

Most people had already moved on to the cosplay competition area. The remaining individuals were predominantly event staff who glanced at Finlay with confusion at his peculiar words.

Among these unfamiliar faces, Finlay no longer felt the need to put on a facade. He stared at Demetrius, clo