Slowly, Hossam turned to Ayman, who stood motionless in the doorway, watching with nervous eyes. His voice grew firmer:
"Ayman... can you help me?"
Ayman took a small step forward and nodded shyly.
"Of course... I'll help."
Hossam gave a slight smile.
"Good. That'll make things much easier."
He walked slowly back to Hussein's car, opened the trunk with a metal click, and took out a large toolbox, heavy with iron and wood. He lifted it with effort and carried it back to the front door. Ayman remained in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the toolbox, while Hussein confidently ascended the marble staircase, his back to the scene as if completely detached from it.
At that moment, a side door leading to the villa's grand hall opened, and Miranda emerged, wearing an elegant house dress. She
