Mrs. Scofield's gentle voice cut through the tension. "Why are you raising your voice, Electra?"
Electra's response was laced with anguish, her anger palpable. "Why wouldn't I raise my voice, Mum?" she asked, her words trembling.
Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked onto her mother's. "You're planning an arranged marriage for me without consulting me first, knowing what I endured in my previous marriage."
The pain Electra had thought was long buried rose to the surface, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.
Just then, Mr. Scofield re-entered the study, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's going on here? Are you both fighting again?" he asked, his deep voice a calming presence.
The room seemed to pause, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Electra's shoulders s
