"Are you guys being for real?" Amelia exasperated.
She suppressed the budding emotions in her heart and simply looked at the two grown men who were fighting like children.
Anyone would call it hatred and a fight to kill, but to Amelia, it looked like siblings trying to take out their anger on each other without hurting the other one severely.
"He started it," Kyle pointed at Cyrus, and Amelia thinned her lips.
"Leave, Kyle," She said.
Kyle's gaze darkened when Cyrus smirked.
She was siding with her husband.
"How can you ask me to leave? You don't even know what happened here. He called me here. He wanted to meet me. So why does he get to walk away with it like nothing happened?" Kyle asked.
Though his face was neutral, Amelia could see the pain in his eyes, and for a moment, her heart squeezed painfully.
"This face-off is important for King Cyrus, Kyle," Amelia reasoned.
