He pointed aggressively at Elias.
“So none of that other shit matters! What matters is that you chose Amara over me!”
Elias stared at him silently for a moment before answering with complete indifference.
“She’s the love of my life,” he said. “I’ll choose her over everyone.”
His eyes turned colder.
“Especially when she’s innocent.”
That sentence completely snapped whatever control Maverick had left.
With a furious roar, Maverick suddenly raised his fist and swung at Elias.
Xavier’s face changed instantly.
“Maverick!”
But before the punch could land, Elias caught his wrist midair with one hand.
The impact stopped sharply.
Elias’s expression didn’t change.
Without a word, he shoved Maverick’s arm aside hard enough to force him back a step, but he didn’t hit him in return.
He simply turned around and walked away.
His footsteps echoed heavily through the corridor as he stormed out of the hospital.
A while later, Elias parked outside Amara’s apartment building. The bouquet of lilies still rested on the passenger seat. He sat there silently, staring up at her apartment window.
But he couldn’t move.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as frustration filled his face.
He let out a harsh laugh at himself.
“Pathetic,” he muttered bitterly.
After everything she had gone through alone because of him, he no longer even had the courage to face her.
In the end, he drove away again.
By the time evening fell, Elias was already heavily drunk.
The entire mansion was dark except for the faint kitchen light left on in the distance. Silence filled every corner of the house, making it feel colder and emptier than ever before.
Elias sat slumped on the couch with a half-empty bottle hanging loosely from his hand. The top buttons of his shirt undone carelessly. His eyes were red—not just from alcohol, but from hours of staring at the messages Amara had sent him.
Again and again.
Like torturing himself on purpose.
Her words refused to leave his head.
Her voice.
