"And what?" he continued, his voice dropping lower, thick with emotion. "That's the best defense you can give him? Even with the tears still fresh on your face?"
His words cut deeper than she wanted to admit.
Arthur lifted his hand, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch Angel's cheek. But before he could make contact, she abruptly pushed his hand away, her expression firm and unwavering.
"That's not the issue here, Arthur," she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Don't jump to conclusions when you don't even know the full story."
Arthur's gaze hardened as he studied her.
The way she stood, her posture rigid and defensive, made it clear—she was ready to shield Tryson at any cost. His jaw clenched, and a scoff escaped his lips as he placed his hands on his waist, exhaling sharply.
