The son’s face got paler and paler as Arielle went on.
By the time Arielle was done, he was completely drained of colors and covered in cold sweats.
The old lady was shocked to hear the truth at first, but then she refused to believe it. I don’t believe a single word this woman is telling me! Why would my son hurt his own brother?
However, she was convinced otherwise after turning to see how pale her son was.
“You… It’s true, isn’t it? You really did try to kill your brother, didn’t you?” stuttered the old lady.
“No, I didn’t do anything like that! You have to trust me, Mom. Don’t listen to them. They must be trying to blame me because they couldn’t come up with a solution. Every word that came out of that woman is a lie!” The man started accusing Arielle and the others defensively.
Still, as his mother, the old lady could easily tell if he was lying, and the look on his face was enough to confirm her worst fear.
Angry and disappointed at her son, the old lady could not help but wonder how her children ended up that way.
“Do you still think it was unreasonable of me to have him beat up?” inquired Arielle at the right timing.
The old lady slowly rose without responding as if she did not hear a word Arielle said.
With a deadpan expression on the old lady’s face, no one could tell what was going through her mind.
Then, her face started to turn pale as well. It was as if she suddenly had trouble breathing.
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