Mr. Timothy’s voice trembled slightly as he recounted the past, his eyes dark with emotions buried long ago. His fingers clenched into fists as though the memories physically pained him.
“I should have known,” he murmured. “I should have seen it coming.”
I remained silent, letting him continue at his own pace.
“Philip led me into that abandoned house,” he said, his tone hollow. “At first, everything seemed normal. He was smiling, talking about the company, about the future. Then, out of nowhere, he changed. His expression hardened, and before I could react, he pulled a gun on me.”
A chill ran through me.
“A gun?” I whispered.
He nodded slowly. “He said he had no choice. That Rachel had convinced him this was the only way. He told me that if I disappeared, the company would be his. He
