The son’s face got paler and paler as Arielle went on. By the time Arielle was done, he was completely drained of colors and covered in cold sweats.
The old lady was shocked to hear the truth at first, but then she refused to believe it.
I don’t believe a single word this woman is telling me! Why would my son hurt his own brother?
However, she was convinced otherwise after turning to see how pale her son was.
“You… It’s true, isn’t it? You really did try to kill your brother, didn’t you?” stuttered the old lady.
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