Ara’s POV
The tension in the room is like a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. Yet here Benedict is, slicing through it with the precision of a skilled surgeon, dispelling chaos with his unexpected intervention. It's a side of him I never saw coming, a revelation that challenges everything I assumed about him and sends shockwaves through the already charged atmosphere.
"Who the f**k are you—" Mr. Anderson stammers, his bluster vanishing as soon as he registers Benedict’s authoritative presence. The bravado melts away, leaving only panic in its wake. He stumbles back, collapsing onto the bed like the air's been sucker-punched from his lungs. The bravado of moments ago replaced by a desperate attempt to deflect blame, he points a shaky finger at Jasmine. "It's a trap. It's her fault.
