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The contours of Bruce’s face bore traces of anxiety, a manifestation of his inner turmoil. The intensity of his reaction hinted at the severity of Jonah’s injuries.

“His life was spared,” Bruce responded with a measured tone.

“Keep Marcus under vigilant observation. There’s no turning back now.”

Ryan’s teacup rose, a gesture signaling the gravity of his words.

“Ryan, can’t you find it in yourself to release your grip on Rosa’s demise? It’s been five years.”

Bruce’s fingers massaged his temples, a clear sign of his internal struggle. Everyone urged him to face Marcus, yet his resolution remained elusive. Every step he’d taken had been prompted by Jonah.

While his nature harbored a streak of ruthlessness, confronting Marcus directly seemed to stir an inexplicable hesitancy.

her. This span of time hasn’t been about letting go, but about amassing the strength to

contemplated a response, but Ryan quashed the possibility with

that Rosa

of night, within the heart

workforce had dwindled

by Millie’s continued presence, deeply engrossed in her

irritation reached

gap to Millie’s workstation. With an affected air of nonchalance, Nancy tapped her fingers

but dismissive, before she meticulously began packing away her work, as if Nancy were an

me? Have you forgotten that I hold

moved with unhurried efficiency, her shoulders lifting in