Chapter Seventy Two

“How’s Elyon doing?”. Oliver asked Cesar. They were on FaceTime.

“Fine. Thank God I got there the time I did or it’d have been a different story.” He said.

“And the guys?”. Oliver inquired.

“Dead.” Cesar replied flatly. He couldn't have let any one of them go free after what they did. It was not possible.

Oliver’s eyes widened. “All of them?”.

“Yes. Including...my dad.” Cesar said. Even now he still couldn't believe everything that had happened. That maniac had been his father who'd hurt his mother and his mother had hurt him because he looked like his father and then he killed his father because he'd kidnapped his wife and hurt his mother for the second time.

Not that he gave a damn about Arya now… far from it. The damage she'd done to him was enough to last him two lifetimes.

“What do you mean? I thought you said your father was dead?”. Oliver looked confused. "I didn't know a person…"

“Oh that was just wishful thinking." He stated drily. "Arya told me something else.”

“Wow. So you