Chapter 357 Judgement

• Dante’s hair had been shaved close to the scalp, his face drawn and gaunt. The commanding presence he once carried was gone. This was no longer the carefully staged grief he had displayed after Natalia’s death—the pale, disheveled performance meant to win sympathy. What clung to him now was something far deeper: despair etched into his bones, a collapse that came from within.
• And the evidence left no room for escape. It was overwhelming, precise, and merciless. Dante had no defense.
• He was the principal offender. The bright red prison vest—garish and humiliating—was something he would never have worn in his former life.