I watched as Jack’s face contorted with a mix of disbelief and contemplation, attempting to grasp the weight of what I had just said. I hadn't directly accused him of murdering his father—deep down, I didn’t genuinely believe the horrifying claim Thomas had made. Still, I felt compelled to voice the question, if only to ease the nagging doubt that lingered in my mind. It was a necessary step for my own peace of conscience.
As I studied Jack’s expression, I could see that his frustration wasn’t aimed at me. Instead, it simmered like a storm just beneath the surface, and it was directed solely at his brother, the one who had cast this dark cloud over our conversation.
This was yet another deceitful story that Thomas was concocting, aiming to plant conflict and turn people against him.
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