Chapter 251

Burhan simply smirked, leaning slightly forward with an air of casual confidence, unfazed by Moosa’s outburst. “Go ahead and do that, Moosa, but know this,” he said, his tone calm but cold, “you will be responsible for everything that unfolds afterward. There will be no one else to blame.” The smirk was a weapon, a show of contempt that cut deeper than any insult could have. It was a reminder that Burhan was not afraid of him, that he had contingencies in place, that Moosa’s threats were hollow.

Moosa drew in a deep, measured breath, trying to steady himself. He did not want his anger to completely take control over his reasoning, but when it came to Alizeh, his sister, every ounce of patience he had seemed to vanish. The breath was a struggle, a battle against the rage that threatened to consume him. He forced himself to focus, to think clearly, to remember that the conversation was not over, that there was still a chance to achieve his goal through words rather than violence