Chapter 185 He Deserved It
Hector squared his shoulders with righteous conviction. “Absolutely
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“Then let me ask you something else. Your son, your own flesh and blood, used clean bottled water to wash his hair when the group’s water supply was already critically scarce. People in that group were running fevers at the time. What exactly do you call that?
“When everyone else was working themselves raw hauling supplies, he sat in a vehicle like he owned the place and didn’t lift a single finger. He had the entire group waiting on him. What do you call that?
“And when the horde hit, he threw innocent people off the second floor to save his own skin. He used their lives as bait to pull the infected away. He bought his survival with other people’s blood. So tell me, what do you call that?
“And that doesn’t even cover how he bulldozed every decision in that group with zero regard for anyone else and nearly got every single person killed.”
Robin’s eyes blazed. “You stand there preaching about integrity, Commander Clark, but every single thing your son did is the exact opposite of that. You know I’m not lying.”
Hector’s composure cracked under the weight of her fury.
His lips moved without sound for a long, painful moment. Then he finally forced out a response. “My son had his rough edges, but he didn’t mean any harm…”
“He didn’t mean any harm?”
Klay finally reached the end of his patience. He stepped forward. “Hector, you want to know what happened to your son? I’ll tell you. I killed him!
“The person he threw off that second floor was my sister. If Robin hadn’t been there, my sister would’ve been torn to pieces. And you’re standing here telling me he didn’t mean any harm?
“You want someone to blame? I’m right here. The one who killed your son is standing right in front of you. Come after me if you’ve got the spine!”
Hector went pale with shock and fury. “You… it was you!”
He spun toward Martin. “Martin! My son died at that person’s hands, and your job was to protect him. Not only did you desert, but you’re running with the person who killed him. How do you live with yourself?”
“With a smile on his face, of course.”
Robin’s voice came out light, almost bored, as she turned the question back on him. “Commander Clark, didn’t you just say it yourself? A soldier’s duty is to protect civilians. Your son endangered civilians, so of course he faced consequences.
“Or are you saying the rules don’t apply to you? That your family gets a special pass?”
Hector had no answer for that.
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Chapter 185 He Deserved It
But that was his son. His own son.
Gone, just like that. How as he supposed to accept it?
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Then something suddenly struck him. “You… you just said your sister almost died. But she didn’t actually die, did she?
“Since she didn’t suffer any real harm in the end, why did you have to kill my son over it?”
Klay’s eyes burned red at that shameless deflection. His emotions were already climbing toward the breaking point, and the air around him started heating with them. Dylan moved fast, clapping a firm hand onto his shoulder. His voice came out quiet and even. “Easy.”
Klay pulled himself back from the edge. But deep in his eyes, two small flames kept burning.
Then, without any warning, a sound reached him. It was faint and clean, like something thin and fragile had fractured from within.
A strange, resonant feeling surged up from somewhere deep inside him.
Klay went still for just a moment.
Robin went still too.
No way.
Klay just leveled up?
He had to be one of the fastest to advance out of this/entire group.
Robin’s eyes lit up, and her gaze snapped straight to Hector.
Do this guy and his son carry some kind of special power?
Klay had awakened his ability after Xane pushed him to the edge.
And now his advancement came after Hector pushed him there too.
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Father and son, both a plague on this broken world in every way that mattered.
But it turned out that in at least one regard, they were genuinely useful.
Hector felt Robin’s gaze settle on him, and it made his skin crawl.
“You…”
He barely got the word out before Robin cut him off. “Shh.”
Her expression was dead serious. “Don’t talk. I’m thinking.”
She really was thinking, too.
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