Betty’s POV
The moment I noticed Darius stepping toward the room door with his phone pressed to his ear, my chest tightened. His voice was low, urgent, and his footsteps careful—as if he didn’t want anyone to overhear. Without a second thought, I slipped quickly back into my room, careful not to make a sound. My heart thumped as I shut the door gently behind me.
It’s strange, I thought, pacing slowly. Darius never looks for privacy when he takes calls. Who is he talking to?
Curiosity burned inside me. I tried to listen, to catch even a word, but the walls muffled his voice completely. Whoever it was, he didn’t want me—or anyone else—to know. That made my stomach twist.
Earlier that day, I had spotted him at the fuel station on my way to Jack’s office. I had ducked low, silently praying
