Chapter 233

233 The Weight of Knowing

Lucian

I left the house with Mara by my side, both of us still reeling from the shock of seeing Martha awake-alive. But we didn’t speak of it. Not yet. The moment was too fragile, and the air too heavy.

“Let’s eat out,” I said quietly. “I don’t trust the mansion’s kitchen right now.”

She gave a solemn nod, understanding immediately. With the poisoning still unresolved and the culprit roaming free, I wasn’t about to take any chances-not with her, not with the baby.

We met Darian just outside the mansion. He slipped into the car without a word, and we drove through the city in silence, all of us watching the chaos unfold outside.

The protests were worse today. Louder. Angrier.