Chapter 321: The Patriarch's Lesson (Part 2)
Hennessey stared at the boy's face. He saw the coldness lingering just beneath the warm features. He recognized the fundamental, terrifying shift in the boy's personality. He chose to file the emptiness under severe trauma. He chose to believe the dungeon had simply killed the child and forged a soldier. The alternative was a truth he could not afford to investigate.
The sun was beginning to bleed pale gray light over the high walls of the estate.
Hennessey walked over to a cold stone bench at the edge of the courtyard and sat down heavily. He gestured for Neville to join him.
Neville placed his wooden sword on the rack and sat respectfully beside the old man, maintaining a perfect, rigid posture.
Hennessey looked at his own trembling hands.
