Chapter 83

Aiden clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his nails dug into his palms.

He could not accept it; he really could not accept it.

That morning after breakfast, his father forced Ashley to talk to him alone.

Just as he was about to decide to stay with Ashley, his father's sharp, piercing look made it inevitable that he would give in and back down.

And as soon as he left the dining room, he noticed a mark on Ashley's neck that looked like a magic spell or some kind of strangulation wound.

He wanted to ask, but his master would surely evade his question, so he decided not to ask.

Damn bastard!

Should he skip practice today and stay with his master to make sure he was safe?

Why was he