The room became deathly quiet after White Fang finished talking because everyone finally understood. They were all intelligent, so if they didn't get what White Fang was saying at this point, it would be stupid.
Silva didn't really know how to take this because, for the first time since he got here, this was the biggest and most astounding secret he had found out.
He looked at his mother with cold eyes and a squint. "You mean to tell me that the person that decided to save me as a kid, the person that I came back for—
the one that birthed me and made me the man I am today—you mean to tell me that she is just a puppet in your sadistic game?
The woman that gave birth to three kids, cried when one was killed, the one that loved me so much it caused her to hate her husband.
The tears she cried, the moments she sunk into her lowest—all those moments—you mean to tell me that she wasn't real?" Silva snapped. He punched the table with so much force it shattered.
