Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 201

Travis looked down at his scarred hand, as of contemplating on whether he should answer the question or not. Matter of fact was, it doesn’t matter whether he do or not because nothing was going to change his mind about how he felt about Alexander and everyone he cared about.

Alexander destroyed his world, the life that could have been his in short sentence, Alexander was everything he abhorred.

He raised his eyelids, his cold eyes fixed on Alexander and he replied. “I have no time to talk about what you already know and trust me no conversation will change my mind about what is going to happen here tonight” He swallowed hard and he sniffed hard.

“At least, let my family lives.” Alexander replied instantly.

“Why should I?!” Travis roared back, the venom in his voice, engulfing what little peace was left in the air. He tightened his grip and took two steps closer to Alexander. His eyes were filled with a billion daggers, ready to kill Alexander on order. “Why should I let them live when you took money away?!” This time, his voice was lower but was still filled with the same anger and disgust towards the man chained in front of me.

“I didn’t!!!” Alexander thundered back. His voice a thousand gold venomous than Travis. He couldn’t take this crazy accusations anymore.

“You did!” Travis roared. “I saw you with my own eyes. You and your father destroyed my life. A drop of tears rolled down his eyes as the memories of his parents terrified cries filled his eyes.

Although the incident took place fifteen years ago, everything felt fresh in his head as of it has only happened last night.

“My father is one of the most respected man in history, why would he do such?” Alexander replied, his breath heavy as he tried to control himself.

“To steal from us. Project E.M.Z originally belongs to my father.”

Alexander scoffed at th absurdity of Travis words. Project E.M.Z wasn’t just an ordinary project, it was THE project. It was one of the Blackthorn Holdings exclusive projects that would still be talked about even after a century have passed.

“Blackthorn Holdings owns all right to Project E.M.Z”

“Of course, after stealing it from us and then proceeds to kill us all to stop us from fighting.”

“My father would never do such a thing.” Alexander growled.

Travis walked away and returned with a big stapled pieces of paper which he placed on Alexander’s thighs.

He then walked back into the middle of the and waited for Alexander to go through it.

Travis had came back prepared with all the evidence he could get his hands on.

Although Alexander’s hands and legs were chained, he could still flip through books with his fingers. He wasn’t doing it because he believed Travis, far from it. His father had always been a man of honor, a leader who built their empire with sweat and blood. Right?

And yet…

he turned, his breath became shallower. His heart pounded harder against his ribs. The words before him, hidden truths, old records,

family he

company he ruled.

legacy he had sworn

might have been built on lies

had changed. For the first time, he understood the depth of Travis’s hatred. The

Travis had every right

not at him.

took a slow breath. He needed to

is true… I

let out a sharp,

never expected you

he pulled a lighter from his pocket and opened it and slowly, he cocked his head and looked at a corner of the room. Alexander followed his gaze and

twisted. His grip on the book tightened until

His voice wavered, but the desperation in it

him like a predator savoring

was a quiet storm. “All of

did.”

are innocent.” Alexander begged.

two steps closer. “My parents were innocent too. But you and your father destroyed us.”

There had to be something that could mak

live in exchange

Travis stop.

“Do you think I care about that? I

wrongs don’t make a right.”

that to your father when you see

began walks

scent of gasoline filled the air as Travis began pouring it around the

breathing quickened. His heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear anything else.

running out of time.

said

but only

alibi

humorless chuckle. “I don’t care about your cooked–up stories.”