Ethan stood over the trembling man, watching him squirm on the infirmary floor. The more Vincent talked, the more he looked like a cornered animal trying to chew off its own leg to survive.
"I didn't betray him! It was Jason! Your father's personal guard, Jason... he's the one who sold him out! He's the one who turned on the old man, not me!" shouted the prisoner.
Ethan didn't even blink. He looked down at Vincent with a pitying smirk. "Is that the best you've got? Blaming the help? Jason works for me now, Vincent. He told me everything. He was the only one who stayed loyal while you were busy sharpening the knife for my father's back," Ethan said.
Vincent's face paled, his eyes bulging. "He's lying! He's trying to save himself! It's all a misunderstanding, Ethan. I've been looking for you... I wanted to give you everything! Your father's share, the legacy... it was all waiting for you!" said the prisoner.
