Chapter 1965
Chapter 1965
"That's impossible!" Wynn was agitated. "Seamus, how could you suspect me?! I...
"That day, Morpheus got hurt, and Sephy wasn't with him. He almost lost his life! I was busy taking care of him. How could I have the time and energy to plot against you guys? Besides..."
Wynn was incoherent, both angry and aggrieved. "Besides, I don't understand what you mean by an update! What kind of update am I supposedly communicating to Sephy? What information am I passing on?"
Wynn felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his voice trembled as he fought back tears. He had come to the meeting today with great excitement, thinking that someone like him didn't deserve much, but just seeing Seamus was good enough... Yet it was all his wishful thinking. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
Seamus doubted and questioned him right from the start, not giving him any chance to breathe.
"I don't understand what you're saying," Wynn said as he calmed down. "But anyway, I haven't done anything you're accusing me of!"
"Okay, don't be angry. I was hasty with my words." Seamus pushed the coffee he had ordered toward Wynn.
He had seen Wynn drink this kind of coffee in Morpheus' home. It was a local blend from
Flinge. Wynn always added a bit of vanilla extract to it when he drank, so Seamus had instructed the bartender to add some vanilla extract to the coffee as well today.
"Um... is it to your taste?"
When Seamus smiled at Wynn, the latter was flooded with complex emotions. "Seamus..."
"I've misunderstood." Seamus' gaze was sincere. "Sephy is a naive girl, and I'm just afraid she'll get hurt."
"Weren't you supposed to leave? What happened?"
"That night... We ran into some trouble."
"What do you mean by updating Sephy?"
"Well..." Seamus smiled but didn't respond. He didn't need Wynn to know about that. His reaction had satisfied him.
Seamus was relieved as his speculation was confirmed—Wynn, indeed, didn't have the nerve or capability for it. That person who prevented Persephone from boarding the ship that night wasn't Wynn.
He carefully thought back. The problem must have been with that flower-selling little girl.
Persephone hadn't boarded the ship promptly after receiving that rose. She must have known something...
Despite that, the little girl had disappeared long ago, and the rose thrown into the trash didn't have any useful clues.
Persephone had never been to Flinge. Apart from Wynn and Morpheus, she didn't know anyone else. Moreover, one of them was critically injured, and the other was too busy taking care of the injured to be doing something else...
The person who had informed Persephone and prevented her from boarding the ship wasn't just someone who knew him well. They knew all his plans!
Most importantly, this person was doing it for Persephone!
A chill ran down Seamus' spine. It felt like a pair of eyes constantly watched him from the shadows.
"Seamus? Seamus?"
Wynn's voice pulled Seamus back to reality. He composed himself, smiled faintly, and almost knocked over a glass.
"You're injured too?"
"It was that night," Seamus said in a low voice. "We didn't manage to leave due to an accident. I was protecting Sephy and ended up..."
"Sephy also got hurt?" Wynn was deeply concerned.
"She's okay. I won't let anything happen to her."
"That's good..." Wynn reminisced about his interactions with Persephone, smiling wryly.
Persephone was a little angel, a warm little sun. She was also the first person to tell him that there was nothing wrong with people like him. Only when people's hearts were dirty did they see everything as dirty.