Chapter 77

• "Brother, it could be Hazel," Dimitry's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with uncertainty and fear. Wyatt's gaze locked with Dimitry's, his eyes betraying the turmoil within as tears threatened to spill. The mention of Hazel's name pierced his heart like a dagger, reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal.
• "She is dead," Wyatt responded with a forced calmness, his voice laced with anger as he desperately tried to mask the pain that threatened to consume him. Without another word, Wyatt drove away, his mind plagued by memories of Hazel's tragic demise. His car came to a halt at the cliff where her car had careened off the edge, engulfed in flames. Wyatt's eyes filled with unshed tears, the agony of his loss coursing through his veins like fire. Guilt chewed at him, a relentless reminder of his failure to protect her.
• Driving back to the mansion, Wyatt made his way to Hazel's room, a sacred space untouched by anyone else. It had become his sanctuary, a place where he could still feel her presence, if only in his memories.