There she saw Alexander smirking at her. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his coat, and his voice dropped to a low, threatening tone.
"Aurora, you're going with me today… no matter what it takes," he said coldly, walking towards her with slow, heavy steps.
Aurora didn't move. Her eyes narrowed, arms crossed as she faced him with a calm expression.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Veronica stepping forward. Her face was painted with grief, but the sly smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
It was a face carefully crafted—a portrait of sorrow worn like a mask.
Veronica's voice trembled as she approached. "Aurora… I know you hate me. I know I deserve it. Beat me if you want. Kill me even. But please… save our mother.
Mr. Harrison kidnapped her—not because of anything she did—but to get back at you. Whatever's going on between you two, settle it between yourselves.
Why drag an innocent woman into this?"
