I am Barry Sullivan
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-07-31 21:31:53

The moment Barry sat at the table and uttered the words, “Let’s begin,” the room erupted like a powder keg.

“What the hell is this?!” Lydia shot up from her seat, her mouth hanging open. “Barry?!”

“Is this some kind of twisted joke?” Elliot barked, slamming his palm on the table.

Damian furrowed his brows and muttered, “Why is he here? Wasn’t he—?”

Serena finished his sentence, her voice laced with confusion, “—dead? I saw the news. Skull fracture, ten broken bones… You were in a coma or something.”

Mr. Dayton’s face contorted in confusion. “You—how are you even walking? I got reports from the news! Said your skull was smashed like a watermelon.”

Barry remained seated, calm and unreadable. He didn’t acknowledge the barrage of shocked questions.

Instead, he simply looked around the room, letting the noise die on its own.

When it finally quieted, he said coldly, “Not one of you showed up at the hospital. Not once did any of you visit Eleanor after the accident.”

A sharp silence fell ov
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