Borisin followed

Darius. He had his own thoughts about this but couldn’t put them into action.

On the other

hand, when Edward heard Darius say his name, he flung Lyon aside without

hesitation to go to him. However, the moment he had his back to Lyon, Lyon

suddenly pounced on him and wrapped his arms around Edward’s leg.

He started

wailing, “I know I’ve made many mistakes, but I hope you can forgive me this

time.”

Edward shook his

leg. Lyon was clinging to his leg so tightly that his blood flow was

restricted. He took a deep breath and forced out through gritted teeth, “Let me

go, or I swear I’ll never forgive you!”

Lyon slowly

released him. Edward moved away and gave him a look before heading to Darius’

room. He was greeted by a shocking scene, making his eyes widen—Borisin was

gripping Darius’ hand tightly, and he was crying.

It was the

complete opposite of his usual cold, steely image. Edward didn’t know whether

he’d been hiding this from them from the start or whether this was a