Chapter 141 Bloody and Grotesque

“Excuse me?” I kept my gaze fixed on him as I spoke, unbothered if it made him uncomfortable. I wanted answers—answers to the questions swirling in my head. He didn’t reply, but I wasn’t going to back down either. I pressed on with my questioning, refusing to let the tension between us win. Eventually, he sighed, turning his head toward me for a brief moment. “When was the last time you talked to your kids?” he asked, his tone unusually serious. His question caught me off guard, and my eyebrows shot up. Crossing my arms and legs, I leaned back, narrowing my eyes at him. “Why are you bringing my kids into this?” I asked, suspicious now. The mention of my children seemed too random. “Are you involved with the shits happening?” I recalled the recent events vividly. Someone had warned me about my children before the incident occurred. It was as if they were saying they knew every move I made, every plan I crafted. They knew my thoughts—warning me that if I didn’t stop pursuing them, my lov