“What about the intruders?” Nathalian asked, breaking the quiet. His voice was clipped, and his sharp gaze flicked to Jay, who was standing silently by my side.
“One’s dead,” Jay replied, his tone even. “The other escaped.”
Nathalian’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. “How the hell did someone get past our security in the first place?”
“We’re still investigating,” my father said.
“That’s not good enough,” Nathalian snapped. “Whoever did this just walked onto our property and opened fire. This isn’t a small breach—it’s a goddamn disaster.”
My father’s eyes narrowed. “I’m aware of the severity, Nathalian. But pointing fingers won’t solve anything right now.”
Nathalian didn’t reply, but the tension in his posture was palpable.
I turned to Jay, unable to keep the question bot
