After leaving Malissa’s room the two brothers made their way to Harvey’s wing of the mansion where they could have their conversation without any disturbances. Harvey sat down on the sofa before stretching his arms above his head. Hayden took the seat opposite from his brother but didn’t say anything.
“Do you still believe in peace, Hayden?” Harvey asked, getting right to the point.
“I’m not sure…” Hayden replied.
“Amelia believed in peace. She believed in it so much that it started rubbing off on me,” Harvey said before laughing softly.
His eyes travelled to the various portraits of Amelia that hung from the walls as if he was recalling memories of her. Hayden followed his brother’s gaze as his blue eyes passively took in Amelia’s beauty.
“That was my fault…” Hayden whispered, his tone heavy with regret.
Harvey’s eyes returned to his brother before he shook his head slowly from side to side.
