Daniel patted Natasha's hand gently, his voice steady and reassuring. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. I will protect you."
There was a calm strength in his tone, a kind of quiet confidence that seemed to ease her nerves, even if just a little.
"But Mr. Monroe's sister married into the Hughes family. How can we possibly fight them?" Natasha's brows knitted tightly, her voice trembling as fear flickered in her eyes.
Before Daniel could respond, the disheveled Fletcher stumbled back into the room. His clothes were covered in dust, his hair a mess, and his face flushed with rage. He looked like a man on the verge of losing control. "Just you wait!" he bellowed, his voice shaking with fury. "I won't let you get away with this!"
His eyes burned with anger, his chest heaving as he fumbled for his
