The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 65

Tyler paced around his room, a maelstrom of anger and frustration etched onto his face. A whirlwind of unanswerable questions churned within his mind, a chaotic tempest that left him utterly bewildered. The pieces of the puzzle refused to fit together, confounding him at every turn. He was resolutely convinced that the incriminating necklace belonged to his mother, the symbol of her innocence tarnished. However, the damning video evidence contradicted his conviction, leaving him adrift in a sea of doubt.

As he strode back and forth, his hands found refuge behind his neck, fingers intertwining in a tense clasp. His actions mirrored his inner turmoil—a ceaseless, restless pacing that mirrored the turmoil in his thoughts. The weight of his embarrassment lingered, an unwelcome companion in his solitary musings. Lady Guila had been an unwitting witness to his befuddlement, and Tyler's cheeks still burned at the memory of stumbling over his words and ideas.

With a heavy sigh, Tyler's finger