Sonia pushed Amara’s wheelchair into the CEO’s cabin, where Caesar sat behind his large desk, his sharp blue eyes assessing the scene as they entered. Amara was slumped in the chair, silent, her face pale and bruised, her body completely lifeless. It was as if all the fight had drained out of her, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. Not a single word escaped her lips.
Sonia crossed her arms, her frustration clear. "I don’t know what new drama she’s started now, Uncle," she said, her voice edged with impatience. "She’s not talking at all. No protests, no shouting. Just… nothing."
Caesar’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward slightly, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Really?"
Sonia nodded, stepping closer to Caesar’s desk. "I found her mobile on her bed," she continued, holding up the ph
