At that time, it had sounded absurd. But now, Yale had said the exact same thing.
A chill crept down his spine. 'That can't be a coincidence…'
It could only point to one possibility: Cassandra truly possessed some method of reading others' thoughts.
The moment that idea fully formed, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His heartbeat grew heavier and louder, as if echoing inside his skull.
'Even if she is a plagiarist… does she deserve to die?'
The question lingered, but it did not calm him.
Even in the previous life, when Lana had been accused, she had not died. She had survived. She had even gathered powerful allies.
If she can survive then...
"So why… why should Cassandra die?" he whispered, his jaw tightening.
The more he thought about it, the more his emotions twisted.
"At least Cassandra never thought of killing Lana… then who gave anyone the right to Lana to decide Cassandra's fate?" he muttered, his voice trembling with restrained fury.
