Kael regained a brief moment of clarity amid his total collapse. What kept him standing was an overwhelming, raging urge to know the truth. He had to find out exactly who had broken her spirit and crushed her last hope.
With the power and resources at his disposal, tracing the meeting between Lira and Lorraine was as simple as flipping open a book. The payment receipt from that upscale café, together with its security footage, was quickly delivered straight to his hands.
On the screen, Lira sat dressed in faded, well‑worn clothes, looking small and uneasy in her seat. Across from her sat Lorraine, draped head‑to‑toe in designer labels, smiling and chatting with ease. No sound came from the recording, but from the scornful shape of Lorraine's mouth and the smug, triumphant look on her fac
