Later that night —
At the terrace, Liam had already given orders to the people to find out everything about Adelyn.
Yet, he couldn't rest.
Leaning back slightly, he stared at the night sky, his expression filled with hesitation.
Right then, the sound of approaching footsteps from behind made him turn.
When he saw Bryer walking toward him, the air instantly grew heavier.
The easiest way to avoid the situation would have been to stand up and leave.
However, Liam didn't move.
He remained seated, watching as Bryer walked past him, and stopped near the glass railing.
"Do you still blame me?" Liam asked.
His voice was quiet —but it carried a weight that had been building for years.
For a long moment, there was no response.
Liam was already prepared to accept Bryer's silence as his answer.
But then —
Bryer turned to look at him.
"Do you think not blaming you is easy after what you did?"
Liam lowered his gaze.
He knew it wasn't.
