Orelia gave a silent nod. Kyle, noticing her pale lips and unsteady steps, hesitated before following her at a distance.
"Absolutely not!" Linda snapped. Her tone was sharp, her expression colder than ice. 'My son barely survived! If they meet now, all my efforts will be wasted.'
"Mrs. Hayes." Orelia's voice was calm but carried a chilling edge. "Don't worry. I won't tell Brock what you did to me."
She paused, her gaze sharp. "But I need to talk to him. And if you keep getting in my way, I might just change my mind."
Linda froze, her face stiffening as if struck.
Kyle watched from the side, saying nothing, his gaze lowering as if trying to disappear into the background.
"If you're so worried," Orelia said, her voice softer but still firm, "you can come in with me."
She pushed the do
