Chapter Ninety Two

Xavier...is alive?

How...How is this possible?

Xavier was dead. He died as a baby. He...

"No." Agatha breathed out, shaking her head continuously. "You are not Xavier. Xavier is dead. He died at infancy even before I was born. Don’t you fucking lie to me!"

The anger and hatred in Agatha's voice had Xavier tilting his head sideways in amusement. "And who told you that little sister?"

Silence.

"Gustav?"

Yeah. But I won't tell you that.

Xavier chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Since when did you believe anything Gustav ever said? So far, everything he told you turned out to be a lie. What made you still believe in it?"

"I...I..." Agatha stammered, wanting to doubt Xavier’s words and tell him he was trying to manipulate her but she didn’t. Because deep down she knew he was right. Gustav lied about everything; he could have lied about this too.

"No he didn't. This was the only time he was actually honest with you."

What?

Agatha's head whipped to the man with a glare set in her face,