The banquet hall erupted in an uproar at Glen's outburst.

"What?! Someone killed Les Turnbull?"

"No way, he's dead? And that brat killed him?!"

"That's the son of the family head we're talking about... Who the hell let him in here?"

Frank could feel everyone's eyes on him.

He glanced coldly at Walter in turn and said calmly, "Yes, I killed him."

"How dare you!" Glen bellowed, clearly unable to retrain his own wrath.

strut on his own turf freely like it

he hold his head high if

head. "Then did you read the part on why I killed him? You're a

swore they could hear Glen's

however, and turned toward Walter, sighing in disappointment. "Shouldn't you be standing up to explain the facts? I remember how you bravely volunteered that

Walter was left clenching his cheeks,

been fine if it was just Les—he was just Glen's bastard and had a troubled reputation in the family. His death was at best inconsequential, and Walter could at least

was that there were two deaths, and the other was Neil

Walter supposed to explain that? If anything, he had come

they are dead? No

the banquet hall in her white gown, her long black hair flowing beneath her tiara

all grown up

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