Everard felt a stinging pain in his heart when Jerome didn’t immediately deny the random accusation. “You did think that I killed other people as well, didn’t you?”
Jerome guiltily scratched his chin and apologized, “Please forgive me for assuming things, Your Majesty. You were nowhere to be found for a few hours, and I… Umm… I apologize again. I am not in the right state of my mind.”
Everard was dumbfounded when Jerome accepted that he indeed thought that way. He got up on his feet and stood while directly facing Jerome.
Then he asked in an even more hurt voice, “Why would you even think that? I am not a serial killer, Jerome! I was drowning in guilt so I wanted to be left alone. Even now, I can’t seem to forget that eerie feeling that took over my mind at that time. That’s why I came here to see you, thinking you would help me.”
Jerome kept on hanging his head low for offending the King.
