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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.

span of time hasn’t been about letting go, but about amassing the strength to extract vengeance

a response, but Ryan quashed the possibility with an unwavering

the fact that

of night, within the heart of the Thomas

had

by

irritation reached

her breath, her steps closing the gap to Millie’s workstation. With an affected air of nonchalance, Nancy tapped her fingers upon the

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

me? Have you forgotten that I hold seniority over you now?”

efficiency, her