"Dad, how could you–" Dominic started, but Grayson's wolf growled wildly.
Cyrus quirked his brows.
This was indeed the first time his grandfather had been so hard on Dominic.
What changed? Was it really because that bastard insulted Amelia? Or was there a deeper meaning behind the sudden change in his attitude?
"Shut up! Haven't you disgraced the family enough by using underhanded tricks during a duel that was supposed to be fair and square? And Amora, I thought you wouldn't pick sides, at least, but you're on his side just because he's our son? Have you forgotten your responsibility as Sebastian's mother?" Grayson asked.
Amora felt tongue-tied.
When did she pick sides? Wasn't she the one who accepted the duel deal? Wasn't she the one who slapped Dominic just now when he was wrong?
And during the match…
The sight of Cyrus lying in the pool of his blood and asking for help from Amelia and no one else surfaced in her mind, and her lips trembled.
