Dylan's eyes turned toward his brother, and Karl knew he was done for good.
He wanted to slap himself. Or better yet, just slash his tongue off for good.
How could he have made such an audacious comment about his own brother?
And now that he had made it and had also been discovered, could he even beg for mercy?
Why would his brother show him any mercy?
"Brother, I … I really didn't—" Karl tried.
Although he didn't mean to deny it, with his brother staring down at him as if he were ready to hand him a death sentence, he couldn't find any better way to escape.
However, he chose his way out far too recklessly.
Before he could even deny accepting the charges, Dylan raised a brow at him and asked, "So, are you saying your sister-in-law is lying? Or is it your niece?"
Karl heard that and immediately went down on his knees.
"No, no … how could my sister-in-law or Baby Eira lie? They absolutely didn't."
"Then?"
Dylan's voice was gentle and low.
