Chapter 963

Reed remained silent for a long time.

The more he reflected on everything he had done for Myers over the years—things he once believed were acts of loyalty to the country and to the people—the more clearly he realized how much he had actually helped a dictator carry out her will. And the deeper that realization sank in, the heavier his silence became.

The can in his hand was opened mechanically, only for his motion to stall there. It lay quietly in his palm as Reed stared at it blankly, unable to bring it to his mouth.