Borisin followed
Darius. He had his own thoughts about this but couldn’t put them into action.
On the other
hand, when Edward heard Darius say his name, he flung Lyon aside without
hesitation to go to him. However, the moment he had his back to Lyon, Lyon
suddenly pounced on him and wrapped his arms around Edward’s leg.
He started
wailing, “I know I’ve made many mistakes, but I hope you can forgive me this
time.”
Edward shook his
leg. Lyon was clinging to his leg so tightly that his blood flow was
restricted. He took a deep breath and forced out through gritted teeth, “Let me
go, or I swear I’ll never forgive you!”
Lyon slowly
released him. Edward moved away and gave him a look before heading to Darius’
room. He was greeted by a shocking scene, making his eyes widen—Borisin was
gripping Darius’ hand tightly, and he was crying.
It was the
complete opposite of his usual cold, steely image. Edward didn’t know whether
he’d been hiding this from them from the start or whether this was a