Chapter 300

The night had already fallen, shrouding the cemetery in darkness. George and Amelia trembled as they knelt before Clara's gravestone. Their voices quivered with fear and guilt as they scrambled to confess everything they'd done to her. Every sentence came with a bow, a knock of the head against the stone, and a breathless "I'm sorry." Julian spared a look at Marcus, who was recording the whole thing, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. He glanced at his watch, then casually said to the two on the ground, "Find a few more people to take turns watching them." "They're staying here for three full days and nights. Don't bother playing nice. Trash like this? The quicker it's cleaned up, the better," he said, his tone like ice, the smile on his lips getting sharper. "If anything happens, Oliver and I will deal with it. No need to hesitate." It wasn't just a warning. This was a line in the sand—no shortcuts, no pretending. Three days meant three days. Marcus and his teammate we