Relief washed over Hades. “Perhaps you view me as too fearful, but my priority was my safety before I could think of helping others.”
She then looked towards Katelyn. “I truly admire your bravery in swiftly coming to others’ aid. Yet, should the same scenario unfold again, I would still seek safety first. Our perspectives differ, leading to different actions, and I stand by mine.”
Katelyn gave a slight nod, her acceptance clear. She had never harbored resentment towards Hades.
Vincent’s expression cooled, and his sarcasm was evident. “You’re correct, yet your earlier actions only disclosed something significant.”
Confusion crossed Hades’ face. “What is that?”
“You are not the genuine Hades.”
Vincent’s calm demeanor suggested that he had already figured out the entire story. At that moment, Katelyn decided not to bother trying to argue anymore. With Vincent’s sharp insight, it seemed likely that he had discovered the truth the very moment Hades refused to help the wounded. Or maybe, from the very beginning, even when Katelyn had brought “Hades” with her, and they stood before Vincent, he never really trusted their words. If he did, there wouldn’t have been so many tests to begin with.
Panic flickered in Hades’ eyes for a moment, but she swiftly concealed it, forcing herself to remain composed despite her hesitation. “Why do you think that? Just because I didn’t race out to help the injured before? I am the real Hades.”
Vincent’s eyes grew increasingly mocking. He had no desire to continue dealing with this fake. Without a word, he grabbed Katelyn by the wrist and walked away. Hades remained frozen, her eyes wide, clearly caught off guard and full of resistance.
Katelyn climbed into the car, following Vincent without hesitation. Inside, only the two of them were left, the gentle glow of the warm lights filling the space. Katelyn let out a resigned sigh as she attempted to clarify things. “In a way, Hades had a point. There’s no harm in looking out for herself first.”
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Leaning back in the rear seat, Vincent replied casually, “The problem is, she isn’t Hades.” The source of th?s content is F?ndNovel.net
Katelyn, puzzled by his certainty, asked, “What makes you so convinced?” Had there been a clue that exposed it earlier?
Vincent slowly turned to look at Katelyn, his tone calm, as he said, “What she did wasn’t necessarily wrong, but the real Hades wouldn’t have hesitated. She would’ve jumped in, fighting for even the smallest chance to help the injured.”
“That’s the Hades I know, not like her.” To Vincent, it wasn’t that the imposter’s actions were wrong, but rather that it simply wasn’t something the real Hades would do.
Katelyn sat there in the car, speechless, her gaze locked on him. In moments like this, it felt like no words could make a difference. So, she decided to remain silent.
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