Bright red blood, sliding down Aidan's chest, dripped onto the ground.

Chelsea held the dagger's hilt while Aidan held her hand, a doting, faint smile on his face.

Celia was genuinely shocked.

Celia had seen that dagger before; it was the one Aidan carried with him for defence, and it was also a family token.

It must have been given to Chelsea by him.

"Chelsea, relieved or not?"

Chelsea trembled her hand and managed to break free from his grip.

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