"Wait—what are you doing? What do you mean by that?" Arthur's voice cut through the tense silence, trembling ever so slightly with a hint of fear he couldn't quite mask.
The subtle tremor didn't go unnoticed.
Alex, standing still with an unnerving calm, let out a soft chuckle that echoed faintly in the room, the kind that sent a chill down Arthur's spine.
"Oh, this?" Alex gestured casually, his fingers brushing over the object as if it were no more important than a discarded toy. "What's the point of keeping something once it's served its purpose?" His tone was light, almost amused, but there was a cold finality in his words.
Arthur's eyes narrowed, frustration bubbling beneath his fear. "You know," he said slowly, as if choosing his words with caution, "I could inform my aunt about all of this. About you. Your actions. Every last detail."
He meant it as a threat—but the second the words left his mouth, Alex smiled.
