Chapter 1044: Chapter 1044

Struck by a sudden thought, Melany accused Caleb, her grip tightening on his arm.

“Caleb, you knew about this all along, didn’t you? You used both Brian and me.

You’ve deceived us!”

Her accusation was punctuated by tears, her usual composure replaced by despair.

“The drug was barely out before you moved to execute Brian.

How cruel!”

Her grip was so forceful it seemed she might draw blood.

Caleb, however, made no move to shake her off.

“Melany, don’t fret.

I’ll ensure Brian’s safety.

I won’t let him come to harm.

”

Then, turning to me, he said, “Debra, I’m entrusting Melany to you.

I need to handle this.

Please, take her with you.

”

Understanding he had a plan in mind, I refrained from questioning further and said to Melany, “Let’s go, Melany.

”

Melany stayed motionless, her tear-filled eyes locked onto Caleb, revealing deep doubt.

“Caleb, how can I trust you? Brian’s situation is because of you.

”

I took Melany by the hand, offering reassurance, “Even if you doubt Caleb, trust me.

I’m sure that Caleb wouldn’t mistreat a friend.

Let’s allow him some time to sort this out, alright? Besides, hindering Caleb now will only delay Brian’s rescue.

”

Caleb’s POV:

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I couldn’t fathom why my father had made such a preposterous decision to kill Brian.

My father was well aware of the influence the foggy forest had on Brian.

Why would he make such a rash and misguided judgment?

Swirling with a mix of bewilderment and frustration, I steered my car towards the villa where my parents resided.

A maid approached me, her concern palpable.

“Alpha, it’s been quite a while since your last visit.

What brings you here so suddenly?”

In my haste to confront my father, I kept my response succinct.

“I’m here to see my father.

Where can I find him?”

“Your father is in the study.

Looks like he’s pretty busy right now.

”

With a somber expression, I made my way straight to the second-floor study.

As the door creaked open, a gust of wind greeted me, brushing against my face.

There sat my father, leisurely sipping tea and engrossed in the newspaper.

How could the maid claim he was busy?

A surge of anger welled up within me.

“Caleb, you’re here,” my father acknowledged upon hearing me open the door.

His gaze remained fixed downward, yet he unmistakably recognized my presence.

“You’re here so soon.

Have you resolved matters concerning the foggy forest?”