Ayra was yet to come out from her shocking state when she heard the man's disgusting laughter. Both of them looked back to stare at Oscar who had no sign of affection on his expression. He was laughing like he heard a big lame joke.
Cedric furrowed his gaze slightly. Hated the sight of his laughter that increased the blood boiling underneath his veins. Ayra persued her lips together but couldn't find a proper form of dialogues to react at the situation. She wasn't prepared to meet former king Oscar at this moment. More surprisingly, he was the one who was digging out the graves of dead wolves.
What was the enemity between this son and father?
