I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 830

I had wanted to ask him last time, but Steven was there, and I was worried he’d fly into a rage. He might have even lost control and killed Horace.

Horace froze, staring at me in shock.

His reaction told me everything, but I still clung to a sliver of hope.

“Well? Were you involved in what happened to Grandpa?”

Horace’s eyes turned cold as he confessed, “I did it. I wanted Steven to know what it feels like to lose a loved one. I wanted him to stop clinging to you.”

Even though I was prepared for it, hearing him admit it left me speechless. Where was the kind, upright Horace I once knew? How had he become this person?

What did his feud with Steven have to do with Grandpa? He was an innocent old man. How could Horace have been so cruel?

Noticing my distress, Horace looked nervous. “Zephyra, believe me, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was just so angry, that’s why I did it.”

Not thinking straight?

I stared at him coldly. “A man’s life was on the line! And you just gloss over it as a ‘moment of impulse’? Horace, you’re an adult. You have to take responsibility for your actions. Grandpa is fine now, but if something had happened to him, could you have lived with yourself?”

“I just don't understand how you could have become so cold-blooded.”

Anger flared in Horace’s eyes. “Me, cold-blooded? What about Steven? Isn’t he? To force you to be with him, he framed your brother and sent him to prison!”

“Isn’t he more cold-blooded and cunning than I am? Why can you forgive him, but not me?”

My heart turned to ice.

“Horace, how many times have I forgiven you? When you went against Steven, I helped you and stopped him from retaliating. When you drugged me, I chose to forgive you again. I’ve always saved my harshest judgment for Steven.”

Thinking back, I realized I had always been biased against Steven. But no matter what he did, I never thought he was capable of taking a life, unless someone crossed his absolute limits.

My words left Horace speechless. The room fell silent for a moment.

He clenched his fists tightly. “You’re obviously biased toward Steven! Now that you know he’s the reason you lost your child, you’re still going to stay with him?”

Before, I definitely would have believed Horace. But now, I knew I had to ask Steven myself whether he had deliberately brought Queena back.

Seeing my silence, Horace’s anger erupted, and he slammed his hands on the table.

“Have you forgotten the pain of losing your child in your past life? How can you forgive Steven so easily? Do you think you're honoring your child’s memory?”

From his expression, I could tell he didn’t really care about the child; he only cared about my attitude toward Steven.

I took a deep breath. “Horace, I know you hate Steven, but I can make my own judgments about him. Stop targeting him under the guise of helping me. I don’t need it.”

“I’ve already spoken with Steven, and he’s agreed not to retaliate against you. But if you continue down this path, I won’t protect you anymore. From now on… let’s just be strangers.”

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