Chapter 969

The night descended over the Ledingham mansion, and the breeze carried a hint of chill as it rustled through the leaves in the yard, producing a soft rattling. Mayra watched as Brandon stepped out, his face void of much emotion. His eyes drooped slightly, and his lips were pressed into a straight line. Unlike Mayra, who cried sorrowfully, Brandon hadn't shed a single tear. His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles pale from the pressure as if he were channeling his pain into this physical tension to keep it at bay. Before long, a group of men arrived at the entrance to take Brandon away. "It's time. You should come with us now." Mayra stood in front of Brandon to block them while sobbing uncontrollably. Just then, Gregory stepped forward and exchanged words with the men. Whatever he said seemed to work, and they left without further insistence. Mayra turned around. "Did you… already know?" Brandon approached and lifted Camilla before turning to enter the mansio