Chapter 121. Jeruel to Diana

While Emily is gone to bring Jeruel to me, Olivia and I continue to sit by the TV, the air thick with anticipation. My fingers drum against the armrest, a sign of the impatience brewing inside me. The low hum of the TV fills the room until, suddenly, Brandon’s face appears on the screen, his smile carefree and untroubled. A surge of anger flares within me as I watch him so casually seated in front of the reporters.

Increasing the volume of the TV, my hand trembles slightly as we hear him speak, loud and clear.

“Mr. Brandon Biden, would you say surviving the gunshot at your wedding with Matriarch Alessandra was luck, or did you skillfully avoid the bullet so it didn’t hit your heart?” The interviewer’s voice cuts through the room, her tone probing, almost eager for his response.

“C’mon,” we hear him laugh before he speaks. 

“I’m not someone with self-defense skills. I’m not a martial arts expert either, so how could I have dodged a bullet? All