"Grandpa, there's something I didn't tell you about the accident," Roman said, turning his head toward Denovan.
His hands were intertwined on the long table, his fingers resting motionless against the polished surface.
Yet there was something different about him now.
The calmness in his face had hardened, and a deadly aura seemed to radiate from his entire body, filling the room with a sudden, suffocating tension.
Subconsciously, Denovan cleared his throat.
"I'm all ears," he said, his gaze fixed on Roman.
Roman's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing into a cold, unwavering stare.
"Uncle Damiano was the mastermind behind the accident."
The words dropped like a bolt of thunder.
Denovan froze.
For a moment, even the air seemed to stop moving. His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers slowly tightened around the edge of the table.
"Damiano…?" he finally breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" Denovan asked, his eyes narrowing as he slowly exhaled.
