"Impossible!" Orlan exclaimed, rising to his feet. "There's no way His Majesty Ragan would do such a thing!"
The Count and the Viscount were startled by his sudden outburst. They exchanged confused glances.
Jason smiled at his reaction. He rested both arms on the sofa's armrests and said, "Do you think I'd lie?"
Orlan was stunned by the question.
"Ragan is my brother-in-law, and I love him dearly. There's no way I'd commit such an act of betrayal without evidence. What do you think?"
Orlan fell silent. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Orlan, you don't understand how I feel," Jason said with a mocking smile. "Your wife, Syra Balfron, is your childhood friend, isn't she? You were able to marry her and have children together. You have such a happy family. To be honest, I'm really jealous."
He let out a small sigh, lowered his gaze, and stared at his half-empty teacup.
