Ethan finally emerged from the bathroom, his appearance much improved after cleaning up the blood and tending to his injuries. His hair was slightly damp, and his clothes, although a little wrinkled, no longer looked disheveled. Anastasia took one look at him and nodded approvingly.
“You look... presentable now,” she said, her tone cool but sharp, as she leaned against the doorframe. “But you’re not out of the woods yet, Ethan. Listen to me carefully—if you say anything that could upset Sophie further, I won’t hesitate to make sure you regret it.”
Ethan, who had been already nervous about facing Sophie after everything that had happened, felt his nerves tighten further. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart. His eyes flickered toward Anastasia, who was standing with her arms
