Chapter 248. The Blame Game

A strangled cry tore from my throat as Vanessa’s lifeless body hit the cold concrete floor. The sound of the gunshots still echoed in my ears, but the silence was deafening. My heart pounded against my chest, my breaths coming in sharp, shallow gasps. 

I could not believe what I had just witnessed. Vanessa, for all her flaws and the pain she had caused me, did not deserve this. No one did. The guilt of her blood on my hands weighed down on me, a crushing burden I would carry forever. 

She was dead because of me; because she had tried to stand up for me for the first time. 

Elder Robert turned back to me, his expression devoid of any remorse. His cold eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw the full extent of his madness. This man was the devil. He was worse than Mother Theresa. 

He was not just ruthless, he was evil. To think that Vanessa had been on his side and this was what he had done to her. 

“Now,” He said, his voice calm an