It felt as though a bomb had detonated in her mind, sending countless fragmented memories spiraling through her head.
She remembered her freshman year, attending Silas's class for the first time and being completely awestruck by his brilliance.
Whenever she asked him academic questions after class, he would always teach her with boundless patience.
He had mentored and nurtured her.
Later, she had casually mentioned how much she envied his experience studying abroad in Germany.
Because she came from an ordinary background and had never left the country, she had desperately wanted to see the world.
Shortly after, Silas had messaged her, saying her stellar grades qualified her for a fully funded scholarship to Germany, and he would recommend her.
She had studied relentlessly, earned her language certification, and even received an acceptance letter from his alma mater—only to have it all destroyed by vicious rumors accusing them of an inappropriate affair.
When the entire campus turned against her, he had handed her a hot cup of coffee and smiled, saying, "Pack your bags and go, Madeline. You are the most gifted student I've ever taught."
"But what about the rumors?"
He had simply smiled. "Don't worry. Baseless lies can't hurt me."
The memories blurred.
Yet the man in her mind remained warm, trustworthy, and perhaps the kindest person she had ever met.
How could he possibly be tied to Eleanor?
How could he be Quentin's brother?
If he truly belonged to Eleanor's camp, then Madeline knew all too well that proximity to evil breeds corruption.
She didn't dare think about it anymore.
On stage, Silas seemed to feel her gaze. He turned his head slightly and locked eyes with her through the sea of people.
His eyes lingered on her face for a second, his smile deepening, and then he gave her a faint nod.
Quentin witnessed the entire exchange, his gaze turning pitch black.



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