Chapter 390

“I know nothing but pain and misery from their loss. Dad would want me to avenge our family. Mom would never lay down and let it go. She was a warrior. How can I just forget them?” He turns away, eyes glistening as tears make a show, and despite his angry words, my emotions are hit with an agonizing sad pang. My brother is in agony, and now we’re here, ready to do what he’s wanted for a decade; his heart is wavering. I can feel his confusion, even if his words contradict that. He wants so badly to do something for their memory, even if he knows they wouldn’t want this for us deep down. “Enough… I didn’t come to listen to bickering. I was offered a solution, and I want to hear it.” Varro impatiently snaps, bringing my brother to heel with his tone. He snaps all our attention back to him, and I must let go of my brother’s emotions for now. “I want this to end tonight. The root of all of this is Juan Santo. He’s here, among us. You want someone to blame. Then it’s him and his greed. We wo