The Million-Dollar Heart

Dracon shook his head in panic, knowing all too well why he was here, yet hoping against hope that his actions could somehow be justified.

Arthur advanced on him, grabbing Dracon by the shirt and glaring with such fury that it seemed to emanate the dominance of someone born to lead. "It was you! You're the one who gave Alyssa that voice recorder!"

Caught in Arthur's iron grip, Dracon's face was a mask of terror. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stammered, "Bro, please... I just... I lost my head for a moment. Please, let me off this time..."

But excuses would do Dracon no good; not when Arthur was this enraged.

He shouldn't have voluntarily entered the Linklater family's surveillance room.

Had he heeded the warnings, he wouldn't have been caught so swiftly-like a moth drawn to flame, he had sealed his own fate.

Sasha approached, her presence commanding. "Besides the voice recorder, what else did you give Alyssa?"

Dracon's eyes darted away, caught off guard by her insight. But before he could react further, Arthur's fist connected with his face, numbing his cheek and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth. His legs trembled beneath him.

barely containing his rage. "My wife asked you a question. Answer

in pain, Dracon managed to shake his head, his voice trembling. "I... I also

Arthur, begging for mercy he knew wouldn't come. "Please, don't tell Dad... He'd disown me, and I... I don't want to lose my

should have been cast out

looked up, disbelief etched across his face, then anger. "Why? Why am I the one to go? When you and Hector

smoothly at home, could you have pursued

intimidating. "Dare to speak of it? When you drugged our father, did you think I wouldn't find out? If not for Dad's constant pleas on your

betrayal wasn't as well-kept as he'd believed, with even Vivienne, the renowned Specter Heafer

attempt to sabotage Arthu

and unyielding, posed a final question, highlighting the core principle of the Linklater

head bowed in shame, whispered,

chose this path for