The silence that followed Matthias's death wish was heavy, suffocating, and dripping with the weight of his despair.
Leon, however, didn't recoil. Instead, he let out a dry, exasperated breath that sounded dangerously close to a laugh. He stepped closer, his face hardening into a mask of pragmatic annoyance.
"Honestly, man," Leon muttered, shaking his head. "You and your wife... you are both genuinely psychopathic. Every single thought that passes through your heads revolves around death and destruction. Can't you two think positively for even a fleeting moment?"
Matthias's eyes flashed with a cold, dangerous warning. "Don't you dare drag Olivia into this."
Leon rolled his eyes, unfazed by the Duke's lethal glare. "Oh, yes, yes—as if I haven't suffered enough from her own brand of madness while you were 'dead.' Spare me the theatrics, Matthias. Just tell me, why don't you start looking for a real solution instead of romanticizing your own pathetic end?"
