"Please, don’t take it personally, Mrs. Chyntia. Arnav simply has a strange sense of humor. He doesn’t mean any harm. And you, Miss, please... calm yourself. I truly hope we can avoid any unnecessary disturbance in this house."
Without anyone expecting it, the tightly shut door swung open wide, revealing a presence. Light spilled into the room, framing the silhouette of a woman standing at the threshold. Yes, Raellyn, who had been listening from outside, every word stabbing deeper into her chest until silence was no longer an option. Enough, she thought. She had tolerated the tension long enough. This wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. And of course, she could no longer hold back. For her, she could no longer stay silent while things escalated. What was supposed to end peacefully
