He kidnapped Neal, and if he hadn't done something excessive to Neal, driving him to the brink, how could Neal possibly have killed him?
But even though he was pushed to the brink, Oliver was still Neal's brother... Neal's feelings must be very complicated.
"No, I didn't kill him! He brought it upon himself! He's not my brother, he's a madman, a pervert!" Neal Galan spoke angrily, his hands clenched into fists.
As he spoke, his voice trembled uncontrollably.
In his brown eyes, there was an unmistakable mix of hatred, and... sadness.
Melody Parker felt deeply pained.
But she didn't know how to speak up, how to soothe Neal Galan's turbulent, murderous, yet helpless and painful emotions.
Neal Galan looked at Melody Parker and slowly began to speak, "Melody, did you know? He used to be my childhood playmate, my closest and most trusted brother."
Melody Parker remained silent.
She knew Neal Galan didn't need her to respond.
What he needed was simply a good listener.
