Bab 687: Myself

Atlas had heard all sorts of ridiculous things since the start of his tenure—and even before that. But nothing could compare to what he was hearing now.

Standing at the side of the bed, Atlas gazed at Allen, who was lying on the bed, with blank eyes.

"That can't be right," he whispered, balling his hands into tight fists. "Allen wouldn't do that."

Hugo, who stood several steps away from his brother and the bed, sighed heavily. He glanced at the man on the bed and then at Atlas's side profile.

"But that's the report that came back to us," Hugo replied, his tone grave. "He was stealing from you, Atlas."

Atlas held his breath, turning his head to face his second brother. "He… wouldn't do that, Hugo. I know him, and he's not that kind of person."