Olivia’s POV
I could hear the voice on the other end of the call clearly.
It was Evelyn.
Her tone was twisted, almost inhuman, every word dripping with cold malice. “Listen carefully,” she said, her voice low and warped with rage. “I don’t care who you are. Don’t even think about digging into the truth. Olivia couldn’t do it, and neither can you.”
A faint, mocking laugh followed.
“I am the future heir of this tribe. Anyone who stands against me is choosing death. Remember that.”
The air around Aria seemed to freeze.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t gasp. Didn’t tremble.
Instead, her fingers tightened around the phone, her expression turning colder with every second. The tears on her cheeks hadn’t even dried yet, but her eyes were no longer soft—they were sharp, steady, and burning with re
