Hearing Michael's words, Jude couldn't help but feel a deep sense of confusion and frustration flood his chest as he furrowed his brow and spoke sharply, his voice laced with disbelief.
"But Arthur was the one who murdered her mother," he muttered, the weight of the truth hanging in the air like a heavy shroud.
Jude's mind raced, struggling to piece together the chaotic fragments of information, as his eyes darted from Tryson to Michael.
A sudden realization seemed to hit him like a lightning bolt, and he couldn't help but let out a breath of understanding.
"He's the one manipulating Angel. That bastard," Jude seethed, his words dripping with a mix of anger and betrayal.
His frustration only deepened as the gravity of the situation began to sink in, each second feeling like it stretched into eternity.
Tryson exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to explain the complexity of the situation, his voice heavy with concern.
