Titus Zane lay on the bed, hands cushioning his face, unable to fall asleep for a long time, with the cries of his sister Olivia Zane in his ears and the vision of her ceaselessly pounding on her legs...
Just like a carousel lamp, incessantly spinning before his eyes.
Olivia Zane's accusations were constantly reminding him that he was the root cause of all this, and yet he had taken his sister's place, albeit against his will.
Footsteps came from the corridor outside the bedroom, the sound of leather shoes striking the marble floor.
Instinctively, Titus Zane abruptly looked towards the direction of the door, his nerves on edge.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, hitting the wall and trembling, and just as it was about to bounce back, it was stopped by an outstretched arm.
