Serena Frost listened to Ambrose Ward’s resonant, unshakable words, and for the first time in months, the icy wall of her indifference began to c***k. Her dark eyes, usually as still as a frozen lake, flickered with a sudden, sharp light. She offered a slow, graceful nod, a silent acknowledgment that she had heard the weight behind his promise.
"Mrs. Frost," Ambrose said, his voice softening into a register of genuine concern. He leaned back slightly, projecting an air of magnanimous calm. "I want you to know that while you are sequestered for investigation, the Joint Investigation Task Force believes in organizational care. We aren't here to break you; we are here to find the truth. If there is anything you need—anything within reason regarding your comfort or your well-being—please, tel
