The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 792

"Why is Dad suddenly in the hospital? And what's all this...?" Zeus gestured toward the shattered glass on the floor, trying to piece together the chaos that had engulfed their family.

Josiah turned around. His face was devoid of expression, his eyes clouded with a deep, unsettling exhaustion. He shot a brief, indifferent glance at the closed door of the hospital room. "I don't know. Ask him yourself."

Zeus froze, immediately sensing the sharp shift in his brother's demeanor. "Josiah? What kind of answer is that? You've been right by Dad's side through all of this. How could you not know what happened?"

A humorless smile tugged at the corner of Josiah's mouth. His gaze swept over Zeus and Clive, completely devoid of its usual fraternal warmth. "I said, I don't know. If you want answers, you'll have to find them yourselves. I don't call the shots in this family anymore."

His tone was calm, completely level, but Zeus felt an intentional, massive wall slamming down between them. Josiah was actively drawing a line in the sand.

While his older brother had never been overly expressive, he had never been this icy. Clearly, a massive fallout had just occurred.

Clive, who was already pale and irritable, scowled. Josiah's detached attitude rubbed him entirely the wrong way. "Dad is literally fighting for his life in there, and you're throwing a tantrum out here?" he muttered under his breath.

Zeus's frown deepened. He studied Josiah's face for a few seconds, searching for a crack in his armor, but found none. He sighed heavily. "Fine. I'll go inside and see Dad."

He pushed the heavy door open and stepped in. Clive hesitated for a fraction of a second before following him.

Josiah remained planted exactly where he was. He turned his attention back to the window, his fingers unconsciously curling into tight fists.

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