As his voice faded, Aaron Sinclair's gaze swept over everyone present before finally settling on Caleb Jacobs. He spoke coolly, "Your whole family... you disgust me."
The moment he spoke, Caleb Jacobs, who was kneeling on the ground, went stiff. In that instant, his composure completely shattered.
"This is rebellion! Utter rebellion!"
"Is this how you speak to me? Even if you're not my biological son, I still raised you! You little bastard, where do you get off being so arrogant?"
Until now, Nate Alden had stood by without moving. But hearing this, how could he possibly stand it? To openly insult the Prince's son was a death wish. This was the Princely Heir! A mere prisoner had no right to curse someone of his station. No, more than that—no one could. Insulting the Royal Family was a crime punishable by death.
And so, upon hearing those words, the Commander of the Imperial Guard, Nate Alden, shot him a cold look and swung a hard slap across his face.
