Chapter 22

I staggered backward, taking two unsteady steps before accidentally knocking over the cup on the table behind me. "What do you mean?!" I demanded. "Damon Hawthorne, explain yourself! What do you mean?!" I reached out, gripping the front of Damon’s shirt tightly, my eyes burning with fury as I locked onto his gaze. "Heh... Darius Nightbane, are you really so dense that you don’t understand what I’m saying?" Damon sneered. "Let me make it clear! The child in Seraphina’s womb is yours! It has nothing to do with me! You killed your own child with your own hands! And Seraphina never forgave you before she died!" With those words, Damon struggled against me, violently pushing me away. His head snapped to the side as he walked off, not sparing me another glance. I stood there, frozen, my mind seemingly emptied. My gaze was fixed on the gravestone before me, inscribed with the name Seraphina Lycoris. I felt like a walking corpse. I didn’t say