Chapter 762 I Didn’t Do Anything Wrong
- Every gaze thrown at Zachary Manson was burning with anger, like he’d committed some unforgivable sin. He walked in without changing his expression.
- Emmanuel Manson was propped weakly against the headboard. Chemo had whittled him down to skin and bone. In Zachary’s eyes, that look only made him seem sharper, meaner, almost feral.
- A cup flew at him. Zachary didn’t dodge.