?<strong>Chapter 1204:</strong>


    “Alright? You don’t look well.”


    “Where’s Carmelita?” Devin asked directly, ignoring Nigel’s question.


    Nigel’s expression tensed slightly at Devin’s cold demeanor.


    “She’s upstairs in her room,” Nigel replied.


    Devin turned to the butler. “Go get her. I need to talk to her now.” His voice was steady yet icy with authority.


    The butler hesitated briefly, exchanging a quick nce with Nigel before lowering his head. “Yes, sir.”


    With that, he ascended the stairs to call Carmelita over.


    “Devin, what’s going on?” Devin’s mother’s voice held a note of concern. “Did your sister do something wrong?”


    Devin offered no response. Instead, he strode across the room and sank into the sofa.


    His silence sent a clear message—the matter was grave.


    The atmosphere in the living room shifted. An uneasy hush settled over the people present as they waited for Carmelita to arrive.


    Carmelita took her time descending the stairs, her reluctance evident. But there was no avoiding the inevitable. Only now did she begin to feel the weight of fear settling in her chest. The moment she entered the living room and saw her grandfather and parents, her fear intensified.


    “Carmelita,e here.” Nigel’s firm voice left no room for argument. Swallowing hard, Carmelita forced herself to walk forward, eventually standing before them like a guilty child awaiting punishment.


    Devin’s gaze locked onto hers, cold and unyielding. “Do you have anything to say?” he asked.


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    Carmelita’s face paled slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, she uttered, “I’m sorry, Devin. I made a terrible mistake…” Tears welled up in her eyes before cascading down her cheeks. Her sobs filled the room, each cryden with remorse and despair.


    “What exactly happened?” Nigel demanded, his voice tinged with an edge.


    Devin, however, chose not to answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Carmelita and said, “Do you want to tell them everything, or shall I do it for you?”


    Carmelita felt as though an unseen force had suddenly wrapped around her throat, robbing her of breath. Her lips quivered, opening and closing, forming words that never came. A long silence stretched before she finally mustered the courage to speak.


    “Devin… I’m sorry. I truly regret everything. I shouldn’t have… I never should have conspired with Iliana to drug you.”


    “What?”


    “You drugged Devin?”


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