Chapter 1115 Father And Son

Chapter 1115 Father And Son

"....."

At Lady Miranda's sudden and lethal attack on her husband, the room suddenly turned deathly silent, as everyone in the room just stood in his place, shocked and astounded.

None of them had expected this.

They might have envisioned a scenario where the two 'prisoners' Lord Nolan and Lord Cassius suddenly attacked the Pasha and the lady next to him out of rage, and the legionaries were even ready to intervene if that happened, but they were not ready for it to be the other way around, for a wife to kill her husband...this was a first for them all.

And it was to the point that it seemed to them that the amount of incredulous things these men had seen just today might be more than all the things they witnessed in their lives.

And these veterans had seen a lot, from fighting camels to shooting fireballs from catapults to facing charging elephants.

But they had never seen a son kicking his son, or a wife killing her husband.

A husband killing his wife, sure, that was not news, that was a greeting.

But the opposite was very rare indeed.

Thus the men took the time to recover from their shock, and for a time, the only sound coming out from the room was Lord Cassius's labored breathing as he lay on the ground next to his unconscious father, the large dagger still embedded into his large chest, which had by now turned a wet crimson red.

The enormous loss of blood soon made the man's face go pale, his lips turning almost white, and his gaze pallid and blank.

Lord Cassius surprisingly did not look back at Lady Miranda who was staring at him from above, a freezing, almost stony look plastered on her face.

Whatever emotions the lady was currently feeling, be it shock, anger, regret, relief, or any other, she made sure to hide it deep into the depths of her heart, unreachable to anyone. Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

For now, Lady Miranda was only content to observe her second husband join her first with a numb curiosity.

While her counterpart's mind was much more 'alacritic'.

Because what flashed before Lord Cassius were all the sweet recent memories he had with his love, his first and last love.

So the pitiful man reminisced all the times he had spent in the last few days with Miss Linda- talking, laughing, drinking, cuddling, kissing, as well as all the various x rated things she had done with him.

To Lord Cassius, who felt the cold grip of death, that was what most attracted him- the comfort of those memories, not the burning hatred of being killed by his wife.

That, somehow to Lord Cassius, actually seemed inconsequential, proving that in his core, he truly was a gentle, caring man.

It was just that he had slipped for a moment, and unfortunately, as luck would have it, that was all it took to cost him his life.

How tragic.

Hence this soft hearted man did not wish the last few precious moments he had on earth to be filled with such acrid thoughts, but instead chose to be swallowed by the sweet nectar of those honeyed memories.

Lord Cassius honestly did not care whether these memories were true or fake, whether Miss Linda truly felt that way about him or was simply using him.

It was immaterial.

Producing a subtle glance that seemed to thank Alexander for avoiding the obvious red herring, Lady Miranda made the slightest thin smile run across her shut lips, before speaking in a slightly hoarse, gravelly tone,

"What Lord Parker wants to do is certainly possible. Our drinking water can indeed be cut off as claimed.

And At the moment, our best hope is to hope that Uncle... that those two were right...that letting Linda go was enough to show our sincerity and stop the other side from killing us all of thirst."

There was a subtle undercurrent of helplessness in Lady Miranda as she said this, sounding as if she was tired, so very tired.

It seemed all these betrayals had finally been enough to sap her will to fight, and although Alexander missed it, Lady Miranda was slightly shaking all over her body, as the reality of what she had, of how she had stabbed her husband to death was finally dawning on her.

But Alexander was too preoccupied with his imminent death sentence being written to care about this, as he groaned in his heart, mumbling the comment,

"I do not think they were letting Miss Linda leave out of sincerity. I think Lord Parker intended to cut off the water supply anyway and simply sent General Achillas as a heads up to them. Asking them to find a way out somehow. So I think all of them were just trying to escape."

Alexander was able to hit the hammer on the nail on his first try, although these words also felt like a sledgehammer to the hearts of the people listening to him.

If what he said was true, when they were truly fucked.

At least with Lady Miranda's rhetoric, they had a fighting chance. And so many of the soldiers subconsciously had their eyes shift toward the lady, hoping she would offer a strong rebuttal.

Or even just a plausible hypothesis.

"......"

But no, there was no such thing!

Because deep inside, Lady Miranda actually agreed with Alexander. Lord Cassius's confession clearly pointed to that possibility, not what she had claimed.

Thus for a while, an uncomfortable, stuffy silence reigned in the room.

"Hey! Get Lord Nolan up! Take him to his room! And wrap Lord Cassius's body for the funeral!"

Until Alexander decided to change the topic, and quickly twisting his head, he uttered such an order to the surrounding men, hoping to distract them from all these negative thoughts with some work.

"Ye ....yes!" And getting the order from their pasha, a few of the men close to the bodies immediately reached down to grab Lord Nolan first.

But instantly upon touching him, suddenly one of them cried out in shock,

"My lord! The old man... the old lord he has no pulse!"

The claim had Alexander's heart skip a beat while hearing this, the other guard next to him quickly put his hand on the man's nose, then chest to check

"He is not breathing either!"

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