The Secret2

"Axe," I called cautiously.

I swallowed my saliva roughly, hoping Axe wouldn't take offense at my question later. It's none of my business, but I need to know the real information that I've been digesting. I don't want this misunderstanding to continue to the end.

"Why did you take Isabel's life?"

"Uncle Danial said Isabel refused to let you harass her and you finally chose to kill her, is that true?"

I don't know if my question provoked Axe's anger or not, what is certain is that his activities have stopped and at this moment Axe is looking at me sharply with a meaningful look.

"I'm being slandered, that's not true," Axe quickly denied.

"I did shoot Isabel, but Isabel herself asked me to do it," Axe continued passionately, as if an old wound that he had buried deep was coming back to haunt his head.

"Isabel took a gun from the old man's study and forced me to press the trigger on him."

"I was only 15 years old at the time, the various tortures I rec