Chapter 67 The Weight Of Blood

• The SUV came to a halt outside the mansion. Lily’s heart pounded as the doors opened, and rough hands pulled her out. She stumbled, her legs weak beneath her, but the men holding her didn’t care. They dragged her inside, their grip unyielding, their faces cold and indifferent.
• Dimitry stood at the top of the staircase, his sharp blue eyes piercing through her like a predator sizing up its prey. He descended slowly, each step deliberate, his presence suffocating. When he reached the bottom, he waved a hand, and the men released her, stepping back but not leaving. Lily stood there, trembling, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
• “How could you?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “How could you kill your own father?”