The Magic Black Card

Bankrupt

Chapter 84

The room fell into a tense and heavy silence, hanging thick in the air like a dense fog. The only sound was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, accentuating the gravity of the conversation taking place.

Ethan's eyes met Kingsley, who had just voiced a question that seemed to hover in the room like a sharp blade. His question, loaded with accusation, pierced through the stillness. "Do you perhaps, presume my father to be your father's murderer?" Kingsley voice held a mix of anger, confusion, and pain.

Caught off guard by the unexpected accusation, Ethan's response was apologetic and defensive. With a firm shake of his head, he dispelled any notion of such a sinister thought. "No, Kingsley. I never thought of that," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I was just confused, worried, trying to understand why your father chose to hate us like this. And," he added, taking a sip of his drink to steady his nerves, "why he's forcing you to bear the burde