Your bodyguard didn't know whether to scoff or laugh at your accusation.

Alhaitham could hardly believe that you were accusing him of your father's murder. On what grounds? Just because he had a damn scar on his chest.

Instead of scoffing, though, he only rolled his eyes when you hit his chest. He was aware that your inability to see was making this harder.

"Listen to me, young lady," Alhaitham snarled, gripping your wrist to stop you. "I have nothing to do with your father's death.”